A feather weight would knock me on to the ground,nAnd I don't think that I could take one more round,nA puff of wind would send me to the floor.nnIt's happened before, it'll happen again,nIt's happened before, it happened again.nnYou only call to see me when I'm out,nA guilty conscience nags you I have no doubt,nYou bribed the postman not to call anymore,nnIt's happened before, it'll happen again,nIt's happened before, it happened again.nnAnother glass would send me to outer space,nThe ceiling joins the floor,nAm I out of place?nAnd then I ask myself, what's it all for?nnIt's happened before, it'll happen again,nIt's happened before, it happened again.