read on baby, what you抮e gettin in to
it抯 livin on pain, the thing that抯 getting to you
write my name, painted up my picture
say it抯 the only thanks I抦 not around (around)
beaten and battered
well if my dreams get shattered, then
pain gives my the right to be unkind
wait on baby which with some indevotion
I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
you can curse my name, painted up my picture
say it抯 the last time that I抣l be around (be around)
oh well I抦 torn and tattered,
saw the thoughts in my head be scattered, well
pain gives my the right to be unkind yeah
and it sets me
CHORUS:
right back to the heart of it
Joan抯 crazy is a sly defense from it
Joan抯 crazy is a place I call my own, when I抦 alone
read on baby, what you抮e gettin in to
I swear once that it was the little things that mattered
but it all seems true to you
say the hell with my name, and say the hell with my picture
yeah but swear the one time you need me around, be around, i抦 around right now well
I抣l stand like it matters
only once got screwy things got scattered by the rain
pain gives me the right to be unkind
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