there goes my true love he’s walking on water
there goes his new love she could be his daughter
there goes a pretty girl with flowers in her hand
pictures on her mantle-piece are turning into pictures of her cat

now she’s singing out the old life
the 2.4 and have you met my wife
she sees it in a new light
singing out the old life

there goes the phone again another contender
sometimes i think it’s love but then i remember
this smile is nearly new and this dream is second hand
i’m standing in the maze again trying to get lost but i drew the map

now i’m singing out the old life…

is he for real, he drives me crazy
should i give in or should i be singing out!
when i see him, it feels like i’m twenty
should i give in, or should i be singing out!

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