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Well I've been working 'neath the gray sky |
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And I'm wondering, still I'm wondering why |
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Must I lay low in a room full of strangers |
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Well, I'm thinking, thinking makes the danger |
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My emotions they get all tangled up |
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And my heart has just turned 'round |
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Now I'm watching look into my TV |
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And I'm thinking, wondering about the things I see |
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And I see your world, worthless strangers |
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And I get thinking, thinking starts and makes it bigger |
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All convictions they get all tangled up and |
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Our heart has just turned round, round, round again |
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I've been driving thinking 'bout you and me |
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And I'm thinking, wondering 'bout the things I see |
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When you treat your heart hold you like a stranger |
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And I've been thinking, little thinking makes the danger |
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Our intentions they get all tangled up and |
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Our hearts have just turned round, round, round again |
