my struggle is with flesh and bones
while yours lies deep within the soul
you fear the coming of the dark
i see only the dawn we're warned of
i think you might be missin' the mark
though i'm sure nowhere close to a bull's-eye
i'd love to run away with you
but i am just too tired to
play a game again
with another fool
i'd love to meet you in the dark
make a fire out of a spark
but i've burned down this barn
one too many times
i've gotta sit you on the bed
tell you all the things i've read
that say you're wrong for me
and exactly why
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