Words & Music:
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You and I travel to the beat of a different drum.
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Oh, can't you tell by the way I run
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Every time you make eyes at me? Whoa—oh!
You cry and moan and say it will work out.
But, honey child, I've got my doubts.
You can't see the forest for the trees.
Oh, don't get me wrong it's not that I knock it.
It's just that I'm not in the market
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For a boy who wants to love only me.
Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty;
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All I'm saying is I'm not ready
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For any person, place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me.
So, goodbye, I'll be leaving. I see no sense
In this crying and grieving.
We'll both live a lot longer if you live without me.
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