Baby, why do they say the things they say
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Would it be easier to live the way they say we should
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Maybe, cannot but wonder back this way
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Yours are the only arms that make me feel like something can be good
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I believe it¡¯s just a fact of life
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Unless they wear our shoes to them it¡¯s black and white
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Ooohhhh
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Just what does it matter anyway
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What side of the road we¡¯re standing on
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And just what does it matter anyway
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If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
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If nothing changes after we are gone
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Baby, don¡¯t let them rob you of your pride
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There¡¯s not a thing I wouldn¡¯t do to make this easier for you
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Maybe, every now and then I laugh and cry
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It¡¯s getting harder now for me to separate the two
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Where does innocence turn in to make believe
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Cause make believe there¡¯s no one here but me and you
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Ohhh
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Just what does it matter anyway
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What side of the road we¡¯re standing on
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And just what does it matter anyway
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If you throw my love away because the world don¡¯t think it¡¯s right
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And they may never understand
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And you can't change the minds of those who are blind
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Unless you give them sight
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And the world lies in your hand
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Tell me, and just what does it matter anyway
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If in the long run nothing changes after we are gone
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If nothing changes after we are gone
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What Does It Matter
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| Sheryl Crow |
