We were professionals in leadin' arguments
Oh my god, we could even fight about the weather
We didn't care if it made any sense
When i played richards you wanted jagger
I had a bad time, like lost in hell
And all my sorrow let you swagger
... On the ashes of my better days ... And now i know
I turned my back on a back stabber
Baby baby you don't make me
Feel anything
There won't be no final consensus
If both of us can't give in
You don't make me feel anything

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