LYRIC

Oh it's strange the way that it works out
Running out of matches and the fire keeps going out
Through three hundred and sixty degrees
Falling over you and over me
And I know, oh yes I know
Sometimes the fever comes and goes
Nice job, Jerome
Nice job, Jerome
Nice job, Jerome

Now you're crying like a baby 'cause your buggy's all broken
Things that were said
Things that were spoken of
And it's in the air and in the trees
Falling over you and over me
And I know, oh yeah I know
Sometimes the fever comes and goes
Yeah I know, oh yeah I know
Sometimes the feelings come and go
Nice job, Jerome
Nice job, Jerome
Nice job, Jerome
Nice job, Jerome

Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
Hope beyond hope
For a little hope
Hope
For a little hope
For a little
Just for a little
Just for a little
Just for a little hope
Just for a little hope

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