I dont want to be another big star Picking at your cars Stealing at your clothes Finding out what you dont know You dont know
I dont want to be your big star Picking your calls; saying I dont know I dont want to be your suitor Lacking at your feet Trying to love the things you need
And you know I have heard this before And you know I have heard it some more Wont you gi have me a chance To break down your door But I sit Oh Oh I sti will sit here
I dont want to be a tailor Pricking at your thumb Washing all the tears away Some words Oh no I believe they dont feel you Picking up your dirt Washing all your dreams away
(Repeat Chorus)
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