| It’s true your love has been a lesson
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| And it’s taught me more than any other blessing
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| You’re the one that can wrestle me
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| C’mon hold me down now one, two, three
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| I get too weak to fight from all this laughing
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| And I am not even yours to run to
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| And you are not even mine to cry to
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| And we are not even here to speak of
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| You go your way, my love, you go your way
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| You go your way, my love, you go your way
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| It’s true that I have got a head full
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| Of voices saying the first thing that’s in their heart
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| And I go to throw a ball with my best intention
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| And it gets caught up and carried away
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| In completely the opposite direction
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| And now you’re not really mine to run to
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| Why you’re not even mine to cry to
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| And now you’re not even here to speak of
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| You go your way, my love, you go your way
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| You go your way, my love, you go your way
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| And you are not even mine to run to
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| You were never quite mine to cry to
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| And we are not really hear to speak of
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| You go your way, my love
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| You go your way
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| You go your way, my love
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| You go your way
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| With not one shadow of a doubt
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| With not one shadow of a doubt
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| You go your way
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| You go can your way
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| You go your way, my love
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| You go your way
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| You go your way, my love
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| You go your way
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| With not one shadow of a doubt
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| With not one shadow of a doubt
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| You go your way
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| You go your way |