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(Gary Cotton/Tim Johnson) |
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I've tried some straight conversation |
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Even whispered the words in your ear |
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I've talked 'till |
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I'm blue in the face |
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And thought |
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I made myself perfectly clear |
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Now I'm on the edge of leavin' |
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And you're asking how can that be |
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I've wasted too much breath explaining |
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Oh and when did you ever listen to me |
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I could stand at the mouth of a canyon |
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Yell the truth straight into the wind |
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I can't take being taken for granted |
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And I wish |
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I could make it sink in |
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I could tell you you're gonna get lonely |
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And just how sorry you'll be |
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But you won't believe me until |
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I am gone |
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When did you ever listen to me |
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You'll have to watch the doors slam behind me |
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Smell the cloud of dust from my car |
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Taste your own tears on the pillow |
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Feel the break deep in your heart |
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Maybe then you'll come to your senses |
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You'll hear what |
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I can't make you see |
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When you ask yourself the same question |
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When did you ever listen to me |
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I could stand at the mouth of a canyon |
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Yell the truth straight into the wind |
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I can't take being taken for granted |
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And I wish |
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I could make it sink in |
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I could tell you you're gonna get lonely |
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And just how sorry you'll be |
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But you won't believe me until |
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I am gone |
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When did you ever listen to me |
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When did you ever listen to me |
