A man and a woman come together as strangers.
When they part they're usually strangers still.
It's like a practical joke played on us by our Maker.
Empty bottles that can't be filled.
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Baby, who's to say it coulda' been different
Now that it's done.
Baby, who's to say...
Baby, who's to say that it shoulda' been anyway.
Baby, who's to say...
Baby, who's to say that it even matters in the long run.
Baby, who's to say.
Give it just a minute.
And it'll blow away.
It'll blow away.
You fancy me to be the Master of your feelings.
You barely bruise me with your looks to kill.
Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings,
I never held you against your will.
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Your case against me is so very clean stated.
I plead no contest,
I just turn and shrug.
I've come to figure all importance overestimated.
You must mean water when you get on your knees and beg for blood.
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Like a feather in the whirlwind,
Just as surely as the world spins.
It'll blow away,
Ohhh, It'll blow.
Give it just a minute,
Give it just a minute now, it'll blow away...