'He slammed the door and he
went away, said he
was never coming back,
never coming back..
My girlfriend told me yesterday,
she said, 'You should maybe
hurry up and fall in love
because he might come back,
he might come back
like a heart attack
and take up your slack...
so you should maybe
hurry up and fall in love
because he might come back,
dressed all in black,
and take his fist out of his glove;
push could maybe come to shove
so hurry up and fall,
hurry up and fall in love...
the sky might fall down from above
so hurry up and fall in love.''
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