| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| What’s so funny is I’m scared and lonely, and I don’t think that I’m the only
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| one as I watch you drive away.
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| and what’s so funny is the birds are singing, sun shining, and bells are
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| ringing and I’m thinking, 'what happened here?'
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| and I can’t change your mind.
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| and I can’t change your mind.
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| and I can’t change your mind.
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| and I can’t change your mind.
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| There’s a chappel in Minneapolis and it holds the bones of a dead saint in it
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| the stain glass glows from the ceiling there, and reminds me of the feeling
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| where I first looked into your eyes, and saw the most beautiful birds fly
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| strait into the sun, their wings on fire, the deed was done.
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| Oh and I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| Whats so funny is this piece of skin, the one on my arm with your name inked in.
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| What was I thinking?
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| But what’s so funny is the way things go down. |
| Like when a star dies it doesn’t
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| make a single sound. |
| It’s just gone, you can’t find it when you look into the
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| sky.
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| And I can’t change your mind.
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| And I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t change your mind.
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| I can’t do it.
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| There’s a werewolf out on my front lawn and he’s looking pissed off and he’s
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| wet from all the rain. |
| I think I’ll go say hi, and offer him a beer. |