LYRIC

Ten:
Apes turn into men,
And grapes turn into wine;
How we made it to nine I'll never know…
Eight:
Man looks for a mate,
But fate plays cruel tricks
And seven turns to six.
Still he's alone…
Along comes number five:
Eureka, I'm alive!
I think therefour I am a lucky man…
Three:
>From this balcony
The two of us can see
The house where we first met
One wet Sunday…

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