| Sometimes you tend to take the bark off
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| See what’s left inside
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| Don’t tell me, you’ll spoil the whole surprise
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| And I wonder why you call this nowhere
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| And why d’you tell me not to go there
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| Would you jump into defenses, if I do?
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| And as I ponder over this thing nowhere
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| And the face we disagree, well, who cares
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| And to hell with common senses, they just won’t do
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| You sure set out to tame my feelings
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| You bragged, you’d screw them all
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| Now why d’you do that
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| Don’t give the disenfranchised ceilings
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| It’ll drive them up the wall
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| Yeah and guess who blew it
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| For the source of every comprehension
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| Is not the act, it’s just the mere intention
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| I suppose that I forgot to mention that to you
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| And I guess that’s what it is about me
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| That makes you feel you’re better off without me
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| 'Cause you never would allow me to choose my rows
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| And as I ponder over this thing nowhere
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| A little scared of what I’m gonna find there
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| But let’s take that ride and see how far it goes |