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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.16.22.11.29553]] |
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Now you might call 'em crazy, the ways I've loved, and that's within your rights, Notice I don't waste none of my days worryin' what gets you through the nights. Live and let be, I say; I practice my preachin' by walkin' alongside your desire, Encouragin' everyone to explore what makes 'em happy and reach ever higher. But there's always somethin' or someone that gets in the way, brings you down, Tryin' to flood your conscience with a torrent of torture make you wanna drown. Got room enough in my world for what you think, even if you're not just like me, Yet there ain't enough space in your belief for our difference; that what you see? I turned the page on my mistakes long ago to my satisfaction, but never on you, You're readin' the oldest versions of the same story that still proves itself untrue. Wasn't about you, I, we or they or anyone else; it had to do with what was real, That always got lost in your melodramatics when the conclusions held no appeal. So the question got posed to me again how I do who I've done and reasons why, Chalk it up to the gypsy heart within me, eyes constantly in trouble, I can't deny. Try and try again, never findin' sufficient answers to meet the challenge of some, Leave it to me to offer up finger while you still try to keep me under your thumb. It's been better and worse since we were together, and that's all I'm gonna say, One more word about it and I'll remind you just who the hell asked you anyway? |