My head fits

Into my hands

I roll it around

And nothing comes out

By chance, we fight

By chance, struck a chord

We'll stand tonight

Who broke who

Who screamed who

There's no two things

Lovers can do

By chance, we fight

By chance, struck a chord

We'll stand tonight

Who's your tall friend?

He's built like a song

The valley of tin pan *

Is where he belongs

By chance, we fight

By chance, struck a chord

We'll stand tonight

Bye-bye-bye-bye-bye



* belief that tin pan alley situated somewhere in china


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