by Paul McCartney and Eric Stewart
Ears twitch, like a dog, Breaking eggs in a dish.
Do not mock me when I say This is not a lie.
It's funny thing, half serious, With our hands on our ears.
Living dreams with mouths ajar, Wide awake, we go to sleep.
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
Something special between us, When we made love the game was over.
I couldn't say the words, Words wouldn't get no feelings through,
So I keep talking to you...
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
Custom made dinosaurs, Too late now, for a change.
Everything is under the sun, But nothing is for keeps...
However absurd, however absurd... It may seem.
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