Everybody's been burned before,
Everybody knows the pain
Anyone in this place
Can tell you to your face
Why you shouldn't try to love someone.
Everybody knows it never works,
Everybody knows, and me
I know that door
That shuts just before
You get the dream you see.
I know all well how to turn, how to run,
How to hide behind the bitter wall of blue.
But you die inside
If you choose to hide
So I guess instead, I'll love you.
(1967)
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