It Was a Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure thenCould you just be here againTo know what there was to seeWhen all the Sunday peopleWere so quiet in the darkAfraid to be better the next day
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It was a pleasure thenWhen we could sit and stare againUntil the stars fell throughThe cloudy trees onto the grassStars to smile with usUntil they too had tears in their eyesYou tell us this one taleOf how much we must not agree.
It was a pleasure thenTo see the dying days againIn horror of the nightsNever never neverNever be too brightWe've got no secretHeart to hide somewhere at lastAs long as we could seeThe sky confess this crime0f bitter tasting hatefulnessAbove our shattered minds.
It was a pleasureIt was a pleasure
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