Nineteen Ninety Nine
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Lyrics
Spring 1999 Thought it went well Had a bad spell But things are fine Now we're holding hands And we're the best of friends The weight feels like the mood of trees A reckoning of things we don't dare to perceive But then I wake And it's just a dream The calculations of my brain misfiring I'd be remiss without a mention That I'd care less is it wasn't the intention But what I think is you know What you've been up to the most And it's low
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:45
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 92 BPM