Do I have to tell you everything I think
Open book,
"Hey, why so sad, why so heavy all the time"
Walking on eggshells, afraid of what I'll sayI have to
In a steel townOn a grey dayIn an apartment above
Well I've got to hand it to youBut I know
The last time that I saw youPart of you had
I worry about being happyI worry about the costI imagine
Let's take a ride in the country babyTake a roll
If you don't ask me I won't tell youAbout the
First thing in the morningHe's staring at the ceilingHe notices
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