Well I used to be so misguided
It seemed like everything I tried at was wrong
Was broken, every word I've spoken didn't seem right
Well I used to be so misguided
I thought everything was one-sdied
And that's the one thing I was right about
But not in the ways which I thought about it
Because heaven must have sent her
Heaven must have meant her for me
Ah gee
Apples, apples peach
Now that's she within reach
It's all good
There's a red, red sun shining down on us
Red sun shining down on us
Well heaven must have sent her
Heaven must have meant her for me
And who am I to argue with the judge?
Who am I to argue with perfection?
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