by Neil Young
Do I have to come right out and say it?
Tell you that you look so fine
Do I have to come right out
And ask you to be mine?
If it was a game, I could play it
Trying to make it, but I'm losing time
I got to bring you in
You're overworking my mind
Indecision is crowding me
I have no room to spare
And I can't believe she'd care
Like a dream she has taken me
And now I don't know where
And a part of me is scared
The part of me I shared
Once before
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