| Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a radio
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| Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a radio
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| You’d take me for a plaything, 'cause I’m always at your door
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| The four winds gonna change but you’ll reap just a-what you sow
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| Yes, the four winds’ll change but you’ll reap just what you sow
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| If there’s ever a change, you’ll be knockin' at my door
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| Don’t point your finger, baby, you may have to come back one day
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| Don’t point your finger, baby, you may have to come back one day
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| Yeah, your cold winds gonna change but it just might change my way |