She told me she liked
The
Sensitive artist type
I told her I probably couldn't
Live
Up to that stereotype
So we went out dancing
Nearly every Friday night
Yeah we had us some damn good times
Everything was just so right
Two kids
Having a good time
Listening to the radio
Or watching TV
It was a match made
In the movies
But the script Doctor
Got it all wrong
It was supposed to be
Forever
But it didn't last
Quite that long
217 days of wrapping each other up tight
217 days without a care in the world
It wasn't a question of if
Though
It was a question of when
For if there is any real
Truth
In this crazy world we live in
There's not a lot of good
That lasts forever
Every thing's Predetermined
To come to an end
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