Pardon Me
Pardon me for asking what you weigh
I know it's wrong, but it's been on my mind for ages
And by the way, when was your first birthday?
I'll start adding up the years until I know just what your age is
Oh, the wind will blow
The time will roll like a train that's at the crossing
Oh, the line is bold
And I've been told that my questions are exhausting
Pardon me for taking too much space
I didn't know, I thought you had found your comfort
My legs are long, my shoulders have no grace
I didn't realize that you could use a bigger buffer
It only goes to show
That I've got no idea how to minimize it
So the story goes
The flux and flow will have me swiftly synchronize it
Pardon me of what I may have done
You've got the power and I could surely use the daylight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've only just begun
But every hour that I'm locked up is like a lifetime
So why don't you go
Tell friends and foes that I'm tired and I'm beaten
Oh, the highs and lows
Have took their toll and I'm asking for my freedom
So why don't you go
Tell friends and foes that I'm tired and I'm beaten
Oh, the highs and lows
Have took their toll and I'm asking for my freedom
I know it's wrong, but it's been on my mind for ages
And by the way, when was your first birthday?
I'll start adding up the years until I know just what your age is
Oh, the wind will blow
The time will roll like a train that's at the crossing
Oh, the line is bold
And I've been told that my questions are exhausting
Pardon me for taking too much space
I didn't know, I thought you had found your comfort
My legs are long, my shoulders have no grace
I didn't realize that you could use a bigger buffer
It only goes to show
That I've got no idea how to minimize it
So the story goes
The flux and flow will have me swiftly synchronize it
Pardon me of what I may have done
You've got the power and I could surely use the daylight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've only just begun
But every hour that I'm locked up is like a lifetime
So why don't you go
Tell friends and foes that I'm tired and I'm beaten
Oh, the highs and lows
Have took their toll and I'm asking for my freedom
So why don't you go
Tell friends and foes that I'm tired and I'm beaten
Oh, the highs and lows
Have took their toll and I'm asking for my freedom
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Writer(s): Alexander Dominish
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