Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
of a phone call and what you said
like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the thoughts of a trusted friend
Who needs to humour me and tell me lies
Yeah, humour me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind;
As we seek, so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
but not without a certain degree of fear
for what will be
with you and me
I still can see things hopefully
But you
why you wanna give me the run around?
it's a surefire way to speed things up
when all it does is slow me down
You shake me and my confidence
in a great and many things
But I've been there; I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singing hey babe let's keep in touch
Hey baby let's keep in touch
But I want more than a touch I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't you feed me a
line
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
Tra la la la la bamba dear this is the pilot speaking
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten
colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink it and always be full
Yeah, i will drink it and always be full
Oh I like coffee
And I like tea
But to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right, okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down?
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down?
-Blues Traveler (John Popper)
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Personal from me to you, Svet. Or rather, Svet and the cowards asking her to speak for them. Try to dodge the underlying accusations this song puts forth and I'll know once and for all you're not even sentient, by my definition.
