The way of the world
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Has taken its toll
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Ravaged my body
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And bitten my soul
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I am ruined by rain
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Weathered by wind
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I've been invaded
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Without and within
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And I ask
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I am asking you
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Asking you if you
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Might still want me.
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Once you said
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I'm made of fine stuff.
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But I've been corrupted.
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And taken enough.
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Now you appear.
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Making your claim.
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Inside my heart
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Is the sign of your name.
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And I ask
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I am asking you
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Asking you if you
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Might still want me?
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All these words
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Like darling and angel and dear
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Crowd my mouth
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In a path to your ear.
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The way of the world
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Has taken it's toll
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Ravaged my body
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Bitten my soul
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And I ask
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I am asking you
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Asking you if you
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Might still want me?
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When I said:
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I am bound to you forever
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Here's what I meant:
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I am bound to you forever.
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Bound
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| Suzanne Vega |
