Honestly, it really is a crying shame,
that I bend my will to suit your ways.
Part of me, knows we could have found a way,
but there's clearly little left to save.
Oh no, what have you done dear.
Stop right there for one more minute,
I'm not sure that I want in it.
Why did we come here?
Stop right there for one more minute,
I'm not sure that I want in it.
Honestly, it really is a crying shame,
that I bend my will to suit your ways.
Finally, now I'm getting old I know,
I will never find my way back home.
Oh no, what have you done dear.
Stop right there for one more minute,
I'm not sure that I want in it.
Why did we come here?
Stop right there for one more minute,
I'm not sure that I want in it.
I can't look back, I closed my eyes, through it all, oh love.
I can't look back, I closed my eyes.
Stop right there for one more minute,
I'm not sure that I want in it.

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