Oh the bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again
As the angry seas have struck upon the sand
And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend
That was the president and that was the man
Oh I still can see him smiling there and waving at the crowd
As he drove through the music of the band
And never even knowing no more time would be allowed
Not for the president and not for the man
Here's a memory to share here's a memory to save
Of the sudden early ending of command
Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his grave
That was the president and that was the man
It's not only for the leader that the sorrow hits so hard
There are greater things I'll never understand
How a man so filled with life even death was caught off guard
That was the president and that was the man
Everything he might have done and all he could have been
Was proven by the troubled traitors hand
For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men
That was the president and that was the man
Yes the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain
It's been carried over time and time again
And to the list of honor you may add another name
That was the president and that was the man

I'm trying to understand
this woman and man thing-
trying to interpret
the language of our bodies.
But even when we're
deep into the throws
of speaking in tongues,
engaging in delirium,
who knows what we know.
Oh! Who knows what we know.
We are so new to learning
the language burning our hearts-
all the slang of our body parts,
we end up singing like
sea creatures or fallen angels.

And when we shower together
the water discovers our secrets
and secretly washes them away.
I love it when you gently play
with my hair. There's never regrets.
And we prepare meals together.
We drink wine. We think. We read.
This maybe the start of something-
a relationship fated to succeed.

We're writing our teenage play
in a sweet, touchy feely way.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.

I'm trying to understand
this woman and man thing-
trying to interpret
the language of our bodies.
But even when we're
deep into the throws
of speaking in tongues,
engaging in delirium,
who knows what we know.
Oh! Who knows what we know.
We are so new to learning
the language burning our hearts-
all the slang of our body parts,
we end up singing like
sea creatures or fallen angels.

And when we shower together
the water discovers our secrets
and secretly washes them away.
I love it when you gently play
with my hair. There's never regrets.
And we prepare meals together.
We drink wine. We think. We read.
This maybe the start of something-
a relationship fated to succeed.

We're writing our teenage play
in a sweet, touchy feely way.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.
I really like the parts
where we lock our hearts,
where we scare the blues away.

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