(John Phillips)
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When it's too late for talking,
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But it's too early to be walking
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And your world slowly stops its spin...
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When the mind that once was open shuts
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And no one can get in...
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And we know that you're faking,
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And there's no give or taking...
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And no one's really sure who's been had.
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When the love and trust have turned to dust,
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And that was all you had...
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Get on your pony and ride;
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Get on your pony and ride.
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No one to catch up to you,
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If you try.
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Get on your pony and ride;
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Get on your pony and ride.
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No one to catch up to you,
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If you try.
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No one to catch up to you,
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If you try...cause I've tried.
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Cause when the mind that once was open shuts
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And you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore...
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When the love and trust has turned to dust...
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When the mind that once was open shuts...
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When you knock on the door, nobody answers anymore...
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When the love and trust has turned to dust...
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Too Late
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
