| I’m stuck in a state of severe confusion
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| I’m stuck in a state of benign disillusion
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| Because I feel that I just can’t refuse in
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| Finding my way back to you
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| You caught me off guard, with your highly trained words
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| You’d absorbed the knowledge of the calls of the birds
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| And I leaned in to hear what you were saying to her
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| But your voice just wouldn’t come through
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| And I couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t receive
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| The hints that I was sending
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| And I couldn’t quite tell if you knew it was hell
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| To deal with your pretending
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| So please make up your mind
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| Be present or just be resigned
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| I’m caught in a net of severe confusion
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| A bear trap well placed in a leafy illusion
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| An ironic cage of iron seclusion
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| That is locked and is missing it’s key
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| I was wondering if you had known what you’ve done
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| Or if all your cruel torment has only begun
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| But you didn’t expect that you’d be outdone
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| For I found a new man who loves me
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| And I couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t receive
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| The hints that I was sending
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| And I couldn’t quite tell if you knew it was hell
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| To deal with your pretending
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| So please make up your mind
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| Be present or just be resigned
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| So please make up your mind
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| Be present or just be resigned |