Who do you think you're talkin' to.
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You know me, and I know you.
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Your silence and your stony face,
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You don't have the ground to waste.
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Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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What can we say when all is said?
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A house divided cannot stand.
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Your head and heart and chary gaze,
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Life is just too short to waste.
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Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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I've paid for you and you don't seem to mind.
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I'm bending over backwards; you're not satisfied.
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What more can I offer, to leave 'pon the alter?
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Love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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What can we do when all is done?
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Your life's not the only one.
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Just take a look beyond yourself,
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The reason of your private hell:
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Your love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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I've paid for you and you don't seem to mind.
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I'm bending over backwards; you're not satisfied.
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What more can I offer, to leave 'pon the alter?
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Love is gone, 'cos it all comes down to you.
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It All Comes Down To You
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| Alison Krauss & Union Station |
