(Verse)
Hillary, I am still breathing
Just in case you were feeling inclined
To think some about me, hope it’s true
But I’m still on your mind
I guess the years piled between us were such that
But sometimes they seemed
To prop up those doubtful thoughts
I mean, was it all just a dream?
(Verse)
And Hillary, my heart is still beating
Although I can’t say for sure
And if age is some kind of disease well then, then you are the cure
And maybe you’re too young to realize and it’s nothing that we, that we tend to confess
But you see, no one gets through this life
Without making a mess
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No one gets through this life without making a mess
(Verse)
And even if deep, in all our deepest of hearts
We know we did our best, our best
Still no one gets through this life
Without making a mess, a mess
No one gets through this life without making a mess
No one gets through this life without making a mess