| You’re gonna catch a cold in the rain
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| I can’t explain
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| With every movement, every step nearer
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| It breaks
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| So I watch you get into your car
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| This street and the next streets
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| Not far enough
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| So I can be save
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| And only when I look at you
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| With the review
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| Receding
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| Still bleeding
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| From perspective
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| Yet you be something much smaller
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| Get to call it most trivial
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| Get to put it down to a lesson learned
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| Put it down to experience
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| Still it took me too long
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| And it took me not long, long enough
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| Now, when I get out much
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| To pretend
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| It ended as it started
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| And I’m startled, then awake
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| See the poultry, see the rake,
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| We may
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| Shiver and desire shake you
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| Keep taking advantage
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| See the bruises, see the bandage
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| I’ll manage with the aching
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| I won’t call you
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| But can I call it most trivial
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| Can I put it down to a lesson learned
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| (Can I) Put it down to experience
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| Still it took me too long
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| And it took me not long
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| It took me too long
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| And it took me not long
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| It took me too long
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| And it took me not long
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| It took me too long
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| And it took me not, not, not long enough |