Simple matters always seem To make things complicated I think of ways to understand But it all gets away from me
I sense persuasion of a kind It wraps itself around me The changing message of your love Rarely ever reaches me
Not talking only want action Once you give in you are through This is the night of rebellion
There used to be paint on the walls But youre too young for money Theyd rather paint the whole town red Than spend it on what theyre told
Summer to winter is never the same If it is then its time to change I dont want to rock your sacred boat But theres holes in your sacred sails
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