I can change for you,
assuming that's what you wanted me to do.
Change my clothes, shave my beard.
Get a new job, pack up and disappear.
Baby, don't grow tired of me.
I can't grow tired of you.
Don't go away from me,
unless there's nothing I can do.
Not a damn thing I can do.
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Hey I haven't grown tired of you. That's worth something, right?
I commented your blog. How do you feel?
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