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Deep love, hell you know trouble so well
You don't have a pattern and you never can tell
You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign
And I'm building tall fences to protect this heart of mine

Was it so much difficulty cutting that glass?
You didn't think it would last
And after twenty-two years
I'm not doing so bad at all

I guess it don't matter if the joke's on me
You have me at your beck and call
And to tell you the truth
I really don't mind at all

Change, change, change
There's a different address every time
And I've got plenty of practice
And I know you don't mind

I'm home in the country or here in the park
I stumble where ever you land
Have mercy on my timing, it's out of my hands
You want the world on a whim and the sky below

You really walk the line
But I bet you miss it when every thing's fine
I guess it don't matter if the joke's on me
You have me at your beck and call

And to tell you the truth, I really don't mind at all
What would I ever do if you left me here alone?
I would need a come back to a dial tone

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