I see we're similar
 But I've never thought much about it
 'Cause I've got young Mystery
 And I couldn't live without her
 We're kind of sleeping when you laugh
 Say I'm cheapening your love
 But it's with young Mystery
 That I plan on setting free now

 She'd buzz a bell [bad word]  We'd skip and laugh
 I hold her hand
 [bad word] in a halo
 What she meant to me I couldn't see

 I-I see we're similar
 But I can't take it all from you
 Unless you want me to
 I'll take you away from this old horrible town
 And just maybe one day we'll want [bad word] back
 And walk these streets

 Play buzz-a-bell [bad word]  We'd skip and laugh
 I'll hold her hand
 [bad word] in a halo
 What she meant to me I couldn't see

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