| I’ll try to keep myself open up to you
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| That’s a promise that I made to love
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| When it was new just like Jericho
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| I said, «Let the walls come tumblin' down»
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| I said it like I finally found the way
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| To keep the good feelings alive
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| I said it like there was somethin' to strive for
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| I’ll try to keep myself open up to you
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| And approve your self expression
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| 'Cause I need that from you too
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| I need your confidence, baby
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| And the gift of your extra time
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| In turn I’ll give you mine sweet darling
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| It’s a rich exchange seems to me
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| It’s a warm arrangement
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| Anyone will tell you
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| Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend
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| Or maybe they’ll short sell you
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| Or maybe it’s you
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| Judas, in the end
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| When you just can no longer pretend
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| That you’re gettin' what you need
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| Or you’re givin' out anythin' for them to grow and feed on
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| I’ll try to keep myself open up to you
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| It’s easier and easier to
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| Just like Jericho
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| The walls come tumblin' down
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| Fallin' on the ground and all the dogs go runnin' free
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| The wild and the gentle dogs
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| Kenneled in me |