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She's been a long time on the phone |
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Courting disaster in an undertone |
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She's feeling nostalgic |
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And feeling that fall |
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How could anyone ever fight it |
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Who could ever expect to fight it when she |
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Builds that wall |
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Maybe it's one where time will tell |
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Maybe it's one where it's just fare-thee-well |
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I hear her coming |
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As she walks down the hall |
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How could anyone ever fight it |
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Who could ever expect to fight it when she |
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Builds that wall |
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I know the choice is made |
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I can tell, I said, by your guilty face |
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And I never was wrong to fight it |
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How does anyone ever fight it? |
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You couldn't pin this one on me |
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You knew my thoughts so far as I could see |
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Well, I'd say it's hopeless |
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But you make the call |
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Cause I never was wrong to fight it |
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And if given the chance, I guess I'll learn to |
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Build that wall |
