| Baby, why do they say the things they say
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| Would it be easier to live the way they say we should
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| Maybe, cannot but wonder back this way
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| Yours are the only arms that make me feel like something can be good
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| I believe it’s just a fact of life
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| Unless they wear our shoes to them it’s black and white
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| Ooohhhh
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| Just what does it matter anyway
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| What side of the road we’re standing on
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| And just what does it matter anyway
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| If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
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| If nothing changes after we are gone
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| Baby, don’t let them rob you of your pride
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| There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do to make this easier for you
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| Maybe, every now and then I laugh and cry
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| It’s getting harder now for me to separate the two
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| Where does innocence turn in to make believe
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| Cause make believe there’s no one here but me and you
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| Ohhh
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| Just what does it matter anyway
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| What side of the road we’re standing on
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| And just what does it matter anyway
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| If you throw my love away because the world don’t think it’s right
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| And they may never understand
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| And you can’t change the minds of those who are blind
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| Unless you give them sight
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| And the world lies in your hand
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| Tell me, and just what does it matter anyway
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| If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
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| If nothing changes after we are gone |