| Simple matters always seem
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| To make things complicated
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| I think of ways to understand
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| But it all get’s away from me
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| I sense persuasion of a kind
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| It wraps itself around me
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| The changing message of your love
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| Rarely ever reaches me
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| Not talking only want action
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| Once you give in you are through
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| This is the night of rebellion
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| There used to be paint on the walls
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| But you’re too young for money
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| They’d rather paint the whole town red
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| Than spend it on what they’re told
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| Summer to winter is never the same
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| If it is then it’s time to change
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| I don’t want to rock your sacred boat
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| But there’s holes in your sacred sails |