| is it ever gonna not be so hard to see you around?
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| am i really really really really gonna have to really gonna have to really have
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| to leave town?
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| i mean i called upon a bunch of angels calling angels ain’t you supposed to
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| come and take away these blues?
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| i mean we came upon a bunch of rabies and there is nothing all us little
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| animals can do.
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| all five kinds of rains
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| all nine kinds of thunder and
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| eighteen white horses who will not ever come to me!
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| don’t plant your feet, love, in that garden of blame.
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| don’t break me no more, love.
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| i’m already tame.
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| is it ever gonna stop this trouble of just being around my friend?
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| am i really really really really gonna have to really gonna have to really have
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| to leave town again?
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| i mean i lay myself upon the water calling water ain’t you supposed to come and
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| save us all from all these flames?
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| i mean we’re caught among the awful branches and you know they’re burning us
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| and yes they’re burning all of us’s names.
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| and i stood on the shore.
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| all wilted and wondering,
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| «ain't you got nobody, ain’t you still sweet tonight?»
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| so don’t plant no more feet, love, in that forest of blame.
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| don’t break me no more, love.
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| i’m already tame.
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| (hey there!) |