seventy-three and a half hours

since I slept in our room

every breath on my mouth

is a question for you

and it’s nothing new

what I want to ask you now

nothing new

tell me what more, what more, what more

can I do

funny we never hung up my diploma

or unpacked your books

but there’s no word I know of

to describe those looks

and it’s nothing new

what I want to ask you now

nothing new

just tell me what more, what more, what more

can you do

if I come home

will you hold me till I tell you to stop

‘cause we’ve got a long, long way to go

we could be happy together

or happy apart

if it’s not forever

it’s somewhere to start

‘cause it’s nothing new

what I want to ask you now

nothing new

just tell me what more, what more, what more

can we do

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