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| I know i'm not one to be perfect Yes i admit it's true But is it such that when i fall You won't know what to do It's when i look for comfort It's when i search for solace I feel so lost So out of place when i seek that much in you. I wish that everything would be so normal So very fine and not enstranged That when i call or when i look for help You'd be right in the range. Am i that unpredictable Am i that out of norm That when i have my lousy moods you'd be right in the storm ? I wish that everything would be so normal So very fine and not enstranged That when i call or when i look for help You'd be right in the range You wish that everything could be so normal So very fine and not enstranged That when you call or when you look for help I would be right in your range And so the final verse is read All that's done cannot be said Could you have made this all be clear Not in time in turn in cheer I wish that everything could be so normal So very fine and not enstranged That when i call or when you look for help I would be right in the range. - Written by Sal |