Rearrange - Prince
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I can't write to a beat
I wish I was better at playing guitar
I wish all my words came out as poetry
And I could spend all of my time making art
Singing new songs, playing tennis
Reading fiction, painting pictures of how it was
How it was
If I could rearrange my thoughts
If I could contain my emoticons
If I could make it stop
Don't you think I'd make it?
If I could rearrange my thoughts
If I could contain my emoticons
If I could make it stop
Don't you think I'd make it?
Sad days turn to cold nights
When I'm in bad way and I act up
But still, you try to hold space when I don't act right
In a cold way, I try to back up
But you don't let me walk away
You hold me tight until it fades
And you don't let me walk away
You hold me tight until the morning
And you don't let me walk away
You hold me tight until it fades
And you don't let me walk away
You hold me tight until the morning
Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk
Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk
Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk
Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk
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