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Well I don’t believe everything happens for a reason But to you romantics out there, I know that amounts to high treason I don’t know I don’t go in for you star crossed lovers With the heart of a skeptic does question that still hovers For it begs the question, how I ever found you You got me writing love songs With a common refrain, oh Lord, help us now Baby, baby Yes it begs the question, how did I ever find you Drifting slowly through the drier of the great saw-dust of the sea And then an ocean You got me writing love songs With a common refrain, oh Lord, help me Baby, oh baby, baby And now it’s time for a handsome little book end Now it’s time to tie up all the loose ends And oh, am I still a skeṗtic or did you make me a believer? From Letras Mania