You're saying I've got, got a lot, a lot of nerve
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To say that we could, we could be friends
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YOu're thinking I'm just another one telling lies
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You don't want to be fooled, fooled again
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And you always go your way
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And I always go mine
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Maybe one day we'll come together
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Across the great divide
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I heard somebody calling you a bad name
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But I was speechless, didn't say anything to him
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Next time I swear, it'll be different
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I promise not to be silent again
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And you always go your way
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And I always go mine
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Maybe one day we'll come together
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Across the great divide
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And I always cross to the other side
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But I go back every time
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Maybe one day we'll come together
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Across the great divide
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I saw a bombed aisle, heard a gunshot ring
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Saw two matchsticks burn, felt the bedsheets sting
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Ugly words on a wall, and a robe in flames
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Then I saw a little boy smile, when the clouds did move away
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And you always go your way
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And I always go mine
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Maybe one day we'll come together
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Across the great divide
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Piano Intro / Great Divide
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| Bruce Hornsby |
