Where you go Where you go I would follow Over mountains Fields and houses And you have grown Sure and slow all your secrets Within my heart So please Dont make me believe If you dont believe it Dont make me give If you aint receiving Dont hang me from the highest rung If you never plan to come for me Wrong me not Wrong me not, for Im weary Ive known your kind And I dont have the time to be Disarmed for a dead ending So go on, make my day If you really arent pretending If I fall, would you follow behind? Would I want those roaming eyes for mine? Tell me, if you were free Would desire still reach this degree? Oh, baby Dont make me believe If you dont believe it Dont make me weep If you aint worth keeping Dont hang me from the highest rung If you never plan to come Dont make me believe If you dont believe it Dont make me bleed For no goddamn reason My hopes are at the highest rung So if you love another one Then leave
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