Song parody of
When Will It All Begin (Again)?
by Engines Made From Soup
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I'm in the middle of a new day
Not sure when it will start
My situation is a misplay
Like a replay
When all those people take a part
And then restart
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
There is a sense of consternation
Why can't they just explain?
A very simple proclamation
A declaration
Like when Lincoln said his part
He had a heart
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
Tell me something
Tell me something that I didn’t know
I feel the heat grow
‘Cause the fever inside
Is telling me that you lied
About the ‘Out Show’
I don’t wanna point a finger
But this thing is gonna linger
Every minute of the day
Is for you to tell me something
That I don’t know
I'm scared of riding on a third wave
Time stretches all too thin
I always listen to transmissions
And false admissions
But we can make if we fly
But not too high
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
I'm in the middle of a new day
Not sure when it will start
My situation is a misplay
Like a replay
When all those people take a part
And then restart
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
There is a sense of consternation
Why can't they just explain?
A very simple proclamation
A declaration
Like when Lincoln said his part
He had a heart
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
Tell me something
Tell me something that I didn’t know
I feel the heat grow
‘Cause the fever inside
Is telling me that you lied
About the ‘Out Show’
I don’t wanna point a finger
But this thing is gonna linger
Every minute of the day
Is for you to tell me something
That I don’t know
I'm scared of riding on a third wave
Time stretches all too thin
I always listen to transmissions
And false admissions
But we can make if we fly
But not too high
When will it all begin (Again)?
When will it all begin (Again)?
