You can scrutinize my actions, you can break me into fractions,
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you can walk away
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You can polarize my friends, destroy the letters that
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I send or you can run away
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You can terrorize my neighbors with your Mr. Hyde behavior,
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you can drink away
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You can exorcise your demons, bite and scratch and kick and scream,
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you can act away
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And if you ever open your eyes, you won't find me standing in line
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You can cauterize my feelings with your flaming tongue leave me reeling
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you can talk away
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You can compromise my passion, call me fake and call me fashion,
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you can write away
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You can rationalize a purchase with my money and say it's worth it
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You can tear me up or tie me down and kick me on the ground
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And if you ever open your eyes, you won't find me standing in line
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Caroline, it's a waste of time
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Don't you want me to come back Caroline?
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Don't you want me to fly back Caroline?
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You can scrutinize my actions, you can break me into fractions,
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you can walk away
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You can idolize your drum machine, say the Beatles suck and
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dis the King and walk away
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You can finalize the ending, break the rules that you've been bending
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You can find a brand new lover, run away and then discover
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You can't outrun your actions, you can't get no satisfaction
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And if you ever open your eyes, you won't find me standing in line
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Caroline, it's a waste of time
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Caroline (Hidden Track)
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| The Clarks |
