If I tell you what's on my mind
Don't know if I want to
What could you tell me to make me feel fine
Riding up on your high horse
I've been wondering all of the time
Looking for something to fill up
Swallows start from below underground
And invented the spill up
It's too late
Every time I try to tell you how I feel
It's too late
By the time you listen none of it is still real
It's too late
Every time I try to tell you how I feel
It's too late
By the time you listen none of it is still real
One dime and I could make a call
If I had any number
One lie (?) would cushion the fall
Of looking for a new lover
The sad markets are burning the prize (?)
And the children are captive
And almost create something to die
Have you created the angels
It's too late
Every time I try to tell you how I feel
It's too late
By the time you listen none of it is still real
It's too late
Every time I try to tell you how I feel
It's too late
By the time you listen none of it is still real
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