Again and again the same situation
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For so many years
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Tethered to a ringing telephone
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In a room full ot mirrors
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A pretty girl in your bathroom
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Checking out her sex appeal
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I asked myself when you said you loved me
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"Do you think this can be real?"
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Still I sent up my prayer
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Wondering where it had to go
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With heaven full of astronauts
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And the Lord on death row
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While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
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CalI out and clamour to be found
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Caught in their struggle for higher positions
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And their search for love that sticks around
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You've had lots of lovely women
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Now you turn your gaze to me
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Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
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To see if I'm worthy
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Like the church
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Like a cop
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Like a mother
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You want me to be truthful
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Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
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And I need your approval
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Still I sent up my prayer
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Wondering who was there to hear
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I said "Send me somebody
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Who's strong, and somewhat sincere"
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With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
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I called out to be released
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Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
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And my search for love
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That don't seem to cease
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The Same Situation
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| Joni Mitchell |
