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I care |
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You don't |
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I love |
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But you won't |
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And you scream |
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You run wild |
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You make me dream |
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Down by the streams like a child |
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And you live |
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You run free |
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You won't |
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Bow down to me |
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And if I me don't |
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Treat you right |
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You make me |
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Wilt like a flower in the night |
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You can make my father alive |
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You can make my sister try |
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You can make my spirit try |
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Me to death or life |
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You may make my brother cry |
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And you may make my mother sigh |
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You may make my well run dry |
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But you cannot make the stars leave the night |
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Because they shine |
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And you can't |
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They remain divine |
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And you're tainted by man |
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They gave me light |
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When I need it most |
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When you've left me dry |
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On my own in the dark by the coast |
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You can make my father alive |
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And you can make my sister try |
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You can make my spirit try |
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Me to death or to life |
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You may make my brother cry |
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And you may make my mother sigh |
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You may make my well run dry |
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Oh, but you cannot make divinity lie |
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Oh you can take my wells |
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And make them run dry |
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And that's alright, s'alright |
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You can take my wells |
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And make them run dry |
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And that's alright |