Ive kept my head against the wall
Ive been this way for so long now
You werent exactly falling over yourself
When last I saw you
Well I always thought
Wed get along like a house on fire
Until you told me that Id have to go
How can someone like you work that slow
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
I dont feel anything no more
This state of grace is consuming me
Im not grown up and I am not a boy
I feel no pain and I feel no joy
Well I always thought
Wed get along like a house on fire
In those days when the sun was warm
I ran in the street where I was born
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
Whatever you think of me
You listen hard and I will make you see
The streets are so empty at this time of night
Id rather walk on my own than fight
In a world where Id forgotten you
I found myself forgotten, too
Thats the danger of believing books
And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
We sing intellectual songs of love
From a stolen pen to a velvet glove.
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