| When it’s too late for talking
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| But it’s too early to be walking
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| And your world slowly stops its spin…
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| When the mind that once was open shuts
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| And no one can get in…
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| And we know that you’ve faking
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| And there’s no give or taking…
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| And no one’s really sure who’s been had
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| When the love and trust have turned to dust
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| And that was all you had…
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| Get on your pony and ride;
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| Get on your pony and ride
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| No one to catch up to you
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| If you try
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| Get on your pony and ride;
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| Get on your pony and ride
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| No one to catch up to you
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| If you try
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| No one to catch up to you
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| If you try… cause I’ve tried
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| Cause when the mind that once was open shuts
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| And you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore…
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| When the love and trust has turned to dust…
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| When the mind that once was open shuts…
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| When you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore…
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| When the love and trust has turned to dust… |