Dont give me that I told you so look Over your shoulder I cant help but organize your wife She wants me to mould her And I should have told her That so strong is the lure of moods Invariably theyre mostly misunder Misunderstood Its when were listening a difference Is waiting in stated layers Its when we license our pet hates Become irate useless prayers Still you choose to ignore this course And Ill go along and blah blah blah blah blah Until Im hoarse I shouldve been with you I shouldnt have let You grace on grit you hit out and then you Wonder why your choice of reflections made You cry I should have been with you Visions are cast over beached where footprints Are left to say Im here and burning The night oil and still you want me to pay Still you choose to ignore this course And I go along and blah blah blah blah blah Until Im hoarse
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