Simple matters always seem To make things complicated I think of ways to understand But it all get's away from me I sense persuasion of a kind It wraps itself around me The changing message of your love Rarely ever reaches me Not talking only want action Once you give in you are through This is the night of rebellion There used to be paint on the walls But you're too young for money They'd rather paint the whole town red Than spend it on what they're told Summer to winter is never the same If it is then it's time to change I don't want to rock your sacred boat But there's holes in your sacred sails
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