12 lyrics for "And I can't answer you"

And know that if I knew all of the answers I would not hold them from you Know all of the things that I know 'Cause we've told each other There is no other way When your mind is a mess so is mine I can't sleep 'Cause it hurts when I think my thoughts
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Welcome to the family When our thoughts are so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find I've lost my mind Hey kid (hey kid) You can't win this fight But you can't win this fight
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Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And
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Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And
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Just what they've done, done, done, done, done It's a twelve o'clock depression, my mind is in recession And I can't answer you It's the day I can't remember, I think it's late September Or is it April blue I can't find peace of mind in a world so unkind
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But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and
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Can I change your mind? Racey days help me through the hopeless haze But my, oh, my Tragic eyes, I can't even recognize myself So if the answer is no Out again, a siren screams at half-past ten And you won't let go While I ignore, that we both felt like
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Hand it over Get on your knees and pray Give it up, give it over Ain't no mountain You cant climb Ain't no answer You can't find All you need is a hand to hold I'll heal your body
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Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding
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