| I believe everything you say
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| 'Cause you’re not frightened
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| The way I’ve been so
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| So I followed you
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| Just in case you lose your way
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| So glad you let me stay around
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| The chain-linked fence you climbed
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| To make forbidden lakes our own
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| Yours and mine
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| And with ease of the seagulls
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| We cut the engines and we cruise high
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| In the summer sky, baby
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| Now I could speak to everything
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| But there’s no room for my voice
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| When sweet feedback is
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| Jumping through the hoop of your ear
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| Ring there goes the phone
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| And then you’re off again
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| On what the caller brings you
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| So I went and trashed myself at the bar
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| Confused for nothing thinking you’d be there
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| I’m so embarrassed 'cause it’s you
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| Who comes to take care of me
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| Shambling home again with you in lead
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| And it’s not the way I want to go
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| And I’m mad at you, and I’m mad at me
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| Talking endlessly, not a kind word to say
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| 'Til your amber beads of wisdom come
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| And I want to write them down
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| Just the way you said it, oh no
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| So I could keep it always, always
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| I can’t forget the smell
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| Of summer trees after midnight
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| Bending backwards to please the wind
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| You touch the tattoo of the sun
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| On a warm belly that once carried a baby for a while
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| Then let that crackled leather jacket 'round you fold
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| Red-faced saints monogrammed in gold
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| And in this beauty I would not go any further
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| 'Cause I suddenly remembered
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| We can’t live this way forever
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| Idle daylight
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| I’ve never caught you in a lie
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| Not until now
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| I feel somehow
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| I’ve felt the passing of these days gone by
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| What will you do when the feeling that you have is through?
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| I need to know 'cause I’ll never stop hanging on to you
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| And it’s times like this that I dread
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| When there’s everything to say
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| And nothing left to be said
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| To be said
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| And it makes me sad |