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You say, you want to take a lover |
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Although you're satisfied with me |
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We have to open our horizons, my love |
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We can, but you'll do it without me |
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You can call me old-fashioned |
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You can call me straight laced |
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I'm not going to sit here and let another man take my place |
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So go and see him, what will be will be |
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Every man for the rest of your life will be less than me |
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I want you to stay |
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You search for a worthwhile need |
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But why not do the searching around here and try to involve me? |
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You say there's nothing wrong with us |
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That what we have here is good |
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But you have more needs and the fire cannot burn on the same old wood |
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So excuse me if I look tired |
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So excuse me if I just look at the sun |
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You see I wanted to be blinded |
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And I wanted to be your only one |
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The yellow time of autumn comes |
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The dying sound of distant drums |
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The old me that sit on doorsteps know I am an unfortunate man |
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And on a road that's made of stones |
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The road that's made of Baby Stones |
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There's an arrow made of stones |
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That points away from this home |
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I missed the turning back, I walked on by |
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Old situations can make you want to lie down and die |
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I want you to stay |
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You search for a worthwhile need |
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But why not do the searching around here and try to involve me? |
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And on a road that's made of stones |
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The road that's made of Baby Stones |
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There's an arrow made of stones |
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That points away from this home |