| I’ve got to change my ways
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| Too many times you just string me along
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| Pass by your window, and what’s in it for me?
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| Just some notes on your palm to read
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| Whose side are you on, anyway?
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| You got to get back to the water
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| I know my lines in the sand washed away
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| I’ve got to, I’ve got to change my ways
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| They threw the whole mess into the ocean
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| While filling out forms, fulfilled some fictional chores
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| Now I, I’ve got to change my ways
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| A cheaper suit, or a handful of days
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| Blessed all the blank walls, as they fall
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| Was it some rule you said you could bend
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| Or some corners to cut again?
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| Whose side are you on, anyway?
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| You got to get back to the water
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| I know my lines in the sand washed away
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| I’ve got to, I’ve got to change my ways
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| Ive got to change my ways, oh |