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A Young Man
Out Of The Woodwork II
1998 by Gary E. Andrews
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(Intro-chorus)
I'll never fall, In love again.
I never fell in love before.
My heart's stinging, Like needles and pins,
Since you don't love me anymore.

(Verse 1)
In the spring,
A Young Man starts to fancy,
Thoughts of settling down,
Of love and other things.
He looks at rings.
At night he goes out dancing.
Their eyes meet,
And no one knows what a summer night might bring.

(Verse 2)
In the dawn,
A Young Man pulls his pants on,
Takes another look,
At what he took a chance on.
He sees her ring,
And wonders how he missed it.
But love is a funny thing.
He figures that he'll risk it.

(Chorus)
I'll never fall, In love again.
I've never been in love before.
My heart's stinging, Like needles and pins,
If you don't love me anymore.
My eyes are wide open.
I know you belong to another man.
To tell my story, I don't know where to begin.
I only know it ends here on this floor.

(Verse 3)
In the fall,
A Young Man starts to wonder,
'Did he mean it all,
About not rending asunder?'
He starts to stall.
He feels he's going under.
He feels the rain.
He sees the lightning.
Fears the thunder!

(Chorus)
I'll never fall, In love again.
I never fell in love before.
My heart's stinging, Like needles and pins,
Since you don't love me anymore.

(Verse 4)
In the end,
The young man has grown older.
She's still his friend.
She rests there on his shoulder.
She forgives his sin.
He's so glad that he told her.
She's content.
He's content just to hold her.

horus)
I'll never fall, In love again.
I never fell in love before.
My heart's stinging, Like needles and pins,
If you don't love me anymore.
My eyes are wide open.
I knew you belonged to another man.
To tell my story, I don't know where to begin.
I only know it ends here on this floor.

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A Young Man 1998 by Gary E. Andrews.
All Rights Reserved For The Globe

A strange emotive tune. Someone for whom I had developed overwhelming affection was leaving, and I was only able to imagine the scenario that she would go on to her life and I would be left with mine. She had enriched it so much I felt the loss deeply. I went home for lunch one day and the first line came out, high-pitched and desperately emotive.

This is a singer-songwriter tune.