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Drawn in, drawn out and held long as you could
fell in, fell out and thought you understood but
how could you
know the sweetest suffering of moving on and
say you never needed one thing from me, on and on, well
dont go if im wrong
got on, got off, and left dead and done
worn in, worn out, battered up and blue but
how could you
know the sweetest suffering of standing still and
say you need every little thing from me, on and on, well
you can hold on if your strong or let go if im wrong
but do, do what you have to, oh no
do, do what you have to
i cant stand to argue