| I care
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| You don’t
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| I love
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| But you won’t
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| And you scream
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| You run wild
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| You make me dream
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| Down by the streams like a child
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| And you live
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| You run free
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| You won’t
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| Bow down to me
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| And if I me don’t
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| Treat you right
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| You make me
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| Wilt like a flower in the night
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| You can make my father alive
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| You can make my sister try
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| You can make my spirit try
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| Me to death or life
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| You may make my brother cry
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| And you may make my mother sigh
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| You may make my well run dry
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| But you cannot make the stars leave the night
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| Because they shine
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| And you can’t
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| They remain divine
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| And you’re tainted by man
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| They gave me light
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| When I need it most
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| When you’ve left me dry
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| On my own in the dark by the coast
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| You can make my father alive
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| And you can make my sister try
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| You can make my spirit try
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| Me to death or to life
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| You may make my brother cry
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| And you may make my mother sigh
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| You may make my well run dry
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| Oh, but you cannot make divinity lie
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| Oh you can take my wells
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| And make them run dry
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| And that’s alright, s’alright
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| You can take my wells
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| And make them run dry
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| And that’s alright |