I'm guilty of putting myself first
Like you tend to, I blame it on the world
We blame it on the weather,
And yet the more we fear rejection
And the more we fear the pain we'll have
Well, I can sense the fall
Till I've jolted under more
The more I end up putting it down
And in my mind I shout and tell ya
But if you keep me messing
I'll answer com ments like
Could you let it all out?
Girl, tell me the secrets
And if so, will I be there?
Oh, come on, let it out, girl,
Are you riding on a slow train into the future?
And if yes, oh, could you let me know?
the clouds begin to rain on us like cliches
Just reliving the old ways,
And yet the more I fear rejection
And the more I fear the pain will hurt
The more the pain just seems to hurt me
would you let it all out?
Girl, tell me your secrets
Are you riding on a slow train
And if so, will I be there?
Oh, come on, let it out, girl, do me a favor
or could you just say no?
Are you riding on a new wave
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