Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right
I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs
You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done

We're about tocomeNow the wet dream's overReality bitesSometimes i'msure you like the wayI sing Van Dyke ParksTonight
Theshape of things to comeWell i know it's hard for you to hearthatOur friendship's gonna dieIf you behave like that anddespise the things we saidTonight
And the streets arefilled with loveIf you really take a lookSit back, relax &cool it downThe time is rightShe's waiting there
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And the streets arefilled with loveIf you take a second lookSit back, relax,just let it shineWithin your mindShe's waiting there

Do you want push me push me do you want it babeDo you want push me push me do you want it babe