Started off with opening doors
Sayin’ you were good lookin’, then you was tookin’
I see you met the new species of the southern gent
And you still can’t quite give him up for lent.
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Sure it’s nice now, but it always is
Starts off as a thrill at the top of a hill
What you gonna do when it’s over again?
Start right over right where you begin
You gave up on your past and you ripped up your roots
You might as well have anyhow, since they probably would’ve frozen here up north
You replaced them with lies, and the complete opposite
You may say you like it better- well, I don’t believe it.
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When you notice what’s been hidden from the first day
And the actual relationship comes into play
I know a guy who you’ve already been through that with
And he likes jazz and blues and bop, not just acoustic pop.
And he won’t open doors ‘cause he believes in equal rights
So why don’t you make your way back over to that northern guy.
Chorus
Sure you fear the future because of your past
So I guess it’s come down to fear for you to give up at last