The Only Ones

The Only Ones
by Tom Flannery copyright 2008

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My head is growing with information
looking forward to anticipation
my pill box empty as an old beer can
trying to remember just who I am

am I the only one?
the only one
tell me am I the only one
am I the only one

You look familiar but I can't quite place you
but I know I enjoy the things that you do
maybe we can break free of what's been done
and find ourselves the only ones

we'll be the only ones the only ones
we'll be the only ones
the only ones

what if you reach out and it's gone?
what if the words don't make a song?
what if they don't make a song?

Hop a train with no time table
beg borrow and steal while we're still able
then throw ourselves on the mercy of the judge
and hope that he don't hold a grudge

he'd be the only one
the only one
he'd be the only one
he'd be the only one

what if you reach out and it's gone?
what if the words don't make a song?
what if they don't make a song?

My head is growing with information
looking forward to anticipation
my pill box empty as an old beer can
trying to remember just who I am

am I the only one?
the only one
tell me am I the only one
am I the only one