| If you want to stay
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| Then you should probably stay
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| But you’d never take the risk
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| You never get your way
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| I tell it in the yard
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| I shout it on the hill
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| I’m looking for your heart
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| You’re fucking for a thrill, I know the truth and still
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| I won’t wait for your heart to change
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| Yes, I would wait for it all again
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| And change so quickly no one is self assured
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| All I wanted was your-
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| All this time on the road, who will carry the load
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| I try
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| But is there love in your heart?
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| Is there truth in your art? |
| Oh my
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| Sell it to a mass
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| Put it in a frame
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| Hang it on a wall, remember every name
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| Won’t you ever understand?
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| Is it trouble keeping still?
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| Go ahead and leave, I guess you never will
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| But who’s to blame and still
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| I won’t wait for your heart to change
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| I would wait for it all again
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| And change so quickly no one is self assured
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| All I wanted was your-
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| What would have happened if you failed to notice?
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| What kind of weight am I wandering under?
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| I’ve had enough of these bed time stories
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| I’ve had enough of that indian summer
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| While you were looking for something to swallow
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| Cough it up just to say that you did so
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| Conviction isn’t the rain at your window
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| Not a whim of your fancy but you go
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| And change so quickly no one is self assured
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| All I wanted was your- |