| Here I am talking to the walls again
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| Cause you won’t let me in.
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| So I’ll wait. |
| So damn polite.
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| Prides a big waste of time.
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| Don’t you know nobody wins?
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| If you could bend a little I would try a little
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| Can’t you see that it’s the heart of love
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| That heals the pain a little if we believe
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| Maybe it could be better than it’s ever been
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| Maybe we could learn to bend.
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| We’ve been here visited by troubles before
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| Like strangers who won’t leave.
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| So hold on, don’t run for that door
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| Make me love you even more
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| Baby, won’t you turn to me?
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| If you could bend a little I would try a little
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| Can’t you see that it’s the heart of love
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| That heals the pain a little if we believe
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| Maybe it’ll be better than a dream again
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| Maybe we could learn to bend.
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| We’re all in need of some repair
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| Like water through storms (?)
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| We’ll find our way there.
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| If you could bend a little I would try a little
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| Can’t you see that it’s the heart of love
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| It heals the pain a little if we believe
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| Maybe it’ll be better than a dream again
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| Maybe we could learn to bend.
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| If we only learn — to bend. |