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Simple matters always seem |
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To make things complicated |
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I think of ways to understand |
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But it all get's away from me |
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I sense persuasion of a kind |
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It wraps itself around me |
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The changing message of your love |
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Rarely ever reaches me |
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Not talking only want action |
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Once you give in you are through |
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This is the night of rebellion |
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There used to be paint on the walls |
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But you're too young for money |
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They'd rather paint the whole town red |
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Than spend it on what they're told |
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Summer to winter is never the same |
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If it is then it's time to change |
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I don't want to rock your sacred boat |
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But there's holes in your sacred sails |
