come to yer senses
I wish you would come to your senses
come to your senses
somehow
your pot of gold is locked in boxes
is locked in a bank vault
behind closed doors
behind closed doors
Your love won't put over me (?)
Won't put over me somehow
Don't run till you can't walk
till you can't walk
till you can't walk
till you can't walk
yeah yeah yeah
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