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You fled the first
When you got wind of reason
And I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could

You found forms
I found ways that I have fled
I lost track when you walked in and you said

It’s far fetched
It’s a plan that you have engrained
In your small head

I found forms
I found things you can’t hide
You found love in
Lust I’d rather not guess

You’ve gone foreign now
You’ve gone foreign now

I dredged dirt straight out of the bay
I found words that you couldn’t say
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

You’ve gone foreign now
You’ve gone foreign now
And I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could