When I find out all the reasons
maybe I'll find another way,
find another day.
With all the changing seasons of my life
maybe I'll get it right next time.
And now that you've been broken down,
got your head out of the clouds,
you're back down on the ground
and you don't talk so loud
and you don't walk so proud
any more...
and what for.
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