| Talk to me babe you know I’ll listen
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| Talk to me babe you know I care…
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| Will is this bullet, want is the gun
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| Shame is the bandit and the cop that he runs from
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| The rebound, the trip — turns into a skip
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| over a stone, a tree, a cloud, falling…
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| From checkers to chess, wishlist to guest
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| A game is a game is a game, I guess
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| You can read yourself wise, yet in the living go blind
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| to stones and trees, and clouds, falling
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| Tell me what it’s like when no one’s watching
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| Tell me what it’s like when no one’s there
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| Crossing hearts and cutting threads
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| Crossing hearts and cutting threads
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| Tell me what it; |
| s like when no one’s watching
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| Tell me what it’s like when no one’s there
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| Tell me what it; |
| s like when no one’s watching
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| Tell me what it’s like because I still care |