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Call me, tell me we should meet tomorrow |
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I can't see things quite your way |
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But I think that |
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I could show you |
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Things that lye below your thoughts and words |
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And your gardens and your stained glass day |
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Times you come to me and said you don't know why |
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I think that there might be something wrong |
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You could change your thoughts before |
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I goBut then you'd know that you were right where |
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I wanted you |
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And you didn't know |
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You were meant to worship and accuse |
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Anything you want but now it looks like you will lose |
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All the things you needed when you were the one |
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Can't be found you know they've just begun |
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To crumble all around you |
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And you see them tumble down without a thought or care for you |
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Oh, what you do |
