| how sick of me must you be by now? |
| while you’re standing just outside of
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| what your pride will allow, always reaching into yourself to find a new way to
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| understand me. |
| when i’m sure that there’s no one else in the world that could
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| withstand me. |
| yeah, the first person in your life to ever really matter is
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| saying the last thing that you want to hear. |
| and you are listening hard through
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| the splintering shards of your life as it shatters. |
| and you’re standing firm
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| and you’re staying close and you’re seeing clear. |
| i took to the stage with my
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| outrage in the bad old days when you were the «make me mad"guy. but
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| the songs they come out more slowly now that i am the bad guy. |
| and i say, baby
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| i’m sorry that i am so crazy, i am astounded by your patience. |
| but you say/
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| «believe or not baby, the joy you bring me still outweighs it.»
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| yeah, the first
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| person in your life to ever really matter is saying the last thing that you
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| want to hear. |
| and you are listening hard through the splintering shards of
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| your life as it shatters, and you’re standing firm and you’re staying close
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| and you’re seeing clear. |
| tell me how sick of me must you be by now? |