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My hair won't fall out though I may go gray
I may forgive but I won't admit
That any hope it was sunken yet
Beauty faded or flowers dead
Maybe the sun was aligned but the moon was wrong
And stars don't lie but they do reflect
They do neglect sometimes to tell the whole truth baby

There ain't no check within your mailbox
So don't go changing with the times
There ain't no Kool-aid in your poison anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle
For a grape upon a vine

(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(Said you'd go)

And even though we weren't too young to know
That lovers loved like us before
We could let it slide and both agree
It was only you and me
And I may give up though I won't concede
It isn't fate that shakes the trees
It's the ancient forces of boredom and lust and greed and baby

There ain't no check within your mailbox
There's too much sand upon the slide
There ain't no mirrors in this fun house anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle
For a grape upon the vine

(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(Said you'd go)