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It's true your love has been a lesson |
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And it's taught me more than any other blessing |
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You're the one that can wrestle me |
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C'mon hold me down now one, two, three |
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I get too weak to fight from all this laughing |
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And I am not even yours to run to |
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And you are not even mine to cry to |
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And we are not even here to speak of |
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You go your way my love |
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You go your way |
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It's true that I have got a head full |
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Of voices saying the first thing that's in their heart |
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And I go to throw a ball with my best intention |
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And it gets caught up and carried away |
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In completely the opposite direction |
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And then you're not really mine to run to |
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I am not even mine to cry to |
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And I am not even here to speak of |
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You go your way my love |
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You go your way |
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You are not even mine to run to |
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You were never quite mine to cry to |
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And we are not really here to speak of |
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You go your way my love |
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You go your way |
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With not one shadow of a doubt |
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You go your way |