Come bring the bad news.
And tell me all the ways.
You've been feeling blue.
Rest your head upon.
My shoulders.
As we gaze up at the moon.
The night is dark but there's,
Still light to be seen.
You've got a lot of living.
Left to do.
Can't leave your life.
Up to fate.
Hoping you can change.
The chances of the game.
Your life is in your hands,
My dear.
Like the dark it can play,
At being a trickster too.
For a little while you can.
Rest your worries here.
Underneath the stars so bright.
Till the morning light comes through.
Only then when it appears.
I hope you don't feel blue.
If somehow you do.
I've got enough warmth.
For two.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
Come bring the bad news.
And tell me all the ways.
You've been feeling blue.
Rest your head upon.
My shoulders.
As we gaze up at the moon.
The night is dark but there's,
Still light to be seen.
You've got a lot of living.
Left to do.
Can't leave your life.
Up to fate.
Hoping you can change.
The chances of the game.
Your life is in your hands,
My dear.
Like the dark it can play,
At being a trickster too.
For a little while you can.
Rest your worries here.
Underneath the stars so bright.
Till the morning light comes through.
Only then when it appears.
I hope you don't feel blue.
If somehow you do.
I've got enough warmth.
For two.
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