Seven Times
Seven times, in seven days you're on your own
Imagine it
You're sick and tired in several ways, you're on the
ground
Imagine it
You get ahead and I'll get a life, imagine it
You get ahead and I'll get a life
Second thoughts and second prize, I'm sick and tired
Of second prize
Of second prize and second best and severed ties
And you get ahead and I'll get a life
You get ahead and I'll get a life
You go to bed and I'll get a knife
Imagine it
Dust won't settle over shaky ground
Rust turns to metal when there's love around
I will never understand a heart
That sticks to a point and tears it apart
Imagine it
Imagine it seven times
Clark/Matheson