I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t even trust you
I’ve not got much to give
We’re dealing in the limits
And we don’t know who with
You may think I’m out of hand
That I’m naive, I’ll understand
On this occasion, it’s not true Look at me,
I’m not you
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I’ve not got much to give
We’re dealing in the limits
And we don’t know who with
You may think I’m out of hand
That I’m naive, I’ll understand
On this occasion, it’s not true Look at me,
I’m not you
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
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