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Isn't it simple
Isn't it kind
The way that I've arranged it in my head
But still a mess
I'll be the first to confess
I'll sit and ponder you

I'm getting older everyday and making mistakes along my way But all I know is baby I will sit as it all crumbles to bits
I will wait to marry you

So better yet I'll marry my music instead because she makes me feel