There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside.
Our love was made almost entirely of downside.
Who would have thought it could feel
So much better then?
Now there's a half a million things I wanna tell you.
They tapped the phone line and the speaker at the drive-thru.
Who would have thought it could feel
So much different then?
Down town
So weak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Let the idiot speak
Now there's a strange break and awkward feelings.
I'm bouncing of the walls, I'm talking to the cielings.
Who would have thought it could feel
So bad sometimes?
Now there's a half a million reasons we can argue.
You're right in front of me, now there's no one to talk to.
Who would have thought it could feel
So bad sometimes?
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