I'm going to take my things
And you don't want to tie me
To the foot of this chair
They're going to fall into my veins
Good nights
I'm going to take them
And what's left of the fair
And I don't want, and I don't want, and I don't want
Hearing you say:
Baby, I don't want you go
Whatever you want to do
Take me along
It won't happen, it won't happen
I don't want to this affliction
For not wanting, for not wanting
to hear him say . . .
Baby, I don't want you to go
Whatever you want to do
Take me along

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