| So now this house has grown too small
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| Don’t think of how it used to be
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| You say you live now in tomorrow
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| And there I sense you don’t see me
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| The clock chimes four, you’ll turn again then
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| To take pursuit of empty dreams
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| My sensitivity is dying
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| You’re bound to some day think of me
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| Hey, hey, can’t you see
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| Baby, don’t you lie to me
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| I know you think that you must go
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| Well, I think that’s alright by me
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| Nervous words and empty motions
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| Claim symptoms just too plain to pass
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| I don’t know where you think you’re going
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| But you have drained my love at last
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| Tomorrow I’ll be slowly movin'
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| I can’t waste all my days the same
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| Don’t stop to think of where I might be
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| Don’t stop to figure who’s to blame
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| Hey, hey, can’t you see
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| Baby, don’t you lie to me
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| I know you think that you must go
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| Well, I think that’s alright by me
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| I’ll drink my last toast to your wealth, babe
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| I’ll break my last convicting smile
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| Don’t think of what you must remind me
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| I’m going to let you keep your style
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| The asphalt’s branded old illusions
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| Of what you’ll be when not confined
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| Have taken you, so just go on now
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| For I’ve been coastin' I don’t mind
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| Hey, hey, can’t you see
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| Baby, don’t you lie to me
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| I know you think that you must go
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| Well, I think that’s alright by me
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| Well, I think that’s alright by me |