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Truly with his thorns in your side and you don't know why. Julie dips her toe in the tide and she don't know why No she don't know why she got all dolled-up for a suicide And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim it was morning before the cheering died Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind? King George in imperial robe and a lazy eye kneels down as this semafore broke on his tawdsy bride. But we don't know why he got all stressed out on the motherland With his t.v. sets and his fighter jets and the royal ubiquitous handycam. Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind? There's you with your mom on your back going into the woods. She's so glad that you're staying on track like a good son should But you don't know why you got all worked up when you said goodbbye And you can hear her still when the nights are still crying out for calomine, Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind |