Com, on '67 your time is up
I don’t have a clue, for what I was getting you back for
Don’t understand any of this, but then again I never do?
I do understand the meaning of bye, bye and I will respect that
I didn’t realize that when I look in my crystal ball I would have seen
All that broken glass, I ought to have seen it coming but I’m not really
A clairvoyant, I think, that they build their lives on lies. And are fake! !
Anyway you know where I am, if at some stage, you
Want to give me a clue to what I have done or said.
Loneliness is not the same as (one, Lynn less)
Spelling the same also the meaning
It really doesn’t help not getting the
FAX or facts wright, or, right (ta,) another one from the past
Never mind this is my last one, you said that before! !
I know but this time, it’s more than the
Glass that’s broken
Still can’t tell, sorry I mean spell?
I know this is 67 but I always fancied a 69
It was always going to be one of the
‘’ BEST’ I never had ’’ Beyoncé again
She as a lot to answer to, sorry had
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