Words and Music: Jim Johnston
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You're such a mystery,
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I can't figure you out.
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That's how it's supposed to be.
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Sometimes you wear me out,
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Intentionally, -that's what it's all about.
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Am I a fool to still play by the rules when we fight?
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Some say I'm too late to try... love's not who's wrong or right
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Sometimes it's my turn to cry.
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Once the hurt has cleared,
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The blues can't get in the way.
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I know I want you here.
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I try to tie you down, emotionally.
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Then we go back around.
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You're such a mystery,
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I can't figure you out.
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That's how its going to be.
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Am I a fool to still play by the rules when we fight?
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It's never that easy to try,
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But love's not who's wrong and right.
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This time it's my turn to cry.
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When I took your hand I thought I'd understand you one day.
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It's never that easy to try.
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But I care about you and me, so maybe it's my turn to cry.
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You're such a mystery.
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My turn to cry
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Jim Johnston |