(Michael Nesmith)
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You and I
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Travel to the beat of a different drum
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Can't you tell
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By the way I run
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Every time you make eyes at me
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You cry and moan
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And say it'll work out
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But honey child I've got my doubts
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You can't see the forest
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For the trees
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Now don't get me wrong
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It's not that I knock it
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It's just that I am not in the market
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For a girl
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Who wants to love
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Only me
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And I'm not saying that you ain't pretty
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All's I saying's that I'm not ready
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For any person place or thing
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To try and pull the reins
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In on me
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So good-bye I'll be leaving
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I see no sense in this crying and grieving
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We'll both live a lot longer
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If you live without me
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Different Drum
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Lobo |