| So whom am I to come tonight
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| and all to name it hundred times
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| I soaked you out I cought the rhyme
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| you came to call with all your crimes
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| And now baby when you walked out
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| its more than I ever could stand
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| and I find now when we were sorry
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| you tell me its out of your hand
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| oohh
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| so what is this — just a mess
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| so fucking careless and free
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| so notice this — its nothing new
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| I cloaked all your fame from me
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| And now baby when you walked out
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| its more than I ever could stand
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| and I find now when we were sorry
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| you tell me its out of your hand
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| its out of your hands
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| So i confess the more or less
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| I am a fool for your mysteriousness
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| I am seduced by books and lies
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| didnt leave election …
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| they came across the lake at night,
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| with dogs and lanterns spitting fire
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| baying for the blooding hour
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| and falling trees
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| and chrashing briars
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| Baby when you walked out
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| its more than I ever could stand
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| and I find now when we were sorry
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| you tell me its out of your hand
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| its out of your hands
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| lets take a walk
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| to the world you stopped buying
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| each of the sighs
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| and the rains of my whine
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| i had the walk on this earth
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| like you seen
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| and if you don’t go now
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| I’ve got no way to stay
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| Baby when you walked out
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| its more than I ever could stand
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| and I find now when we were sorry
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| you tell me its out of your hand
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| its out of your hands
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| its out of my hands |