Da da da so slippery,
You don't have a trust in me;
Living your life far apart,
Known not true love's heart.
Stones on the road going nowhere,
Only grey feelings inside there;
Can't you see how tall this is?
First you'll try - then wish.
I've your number in my hand,
Should I phone - try to understand;
Something that I said or did,
Just tell me what's fit.
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