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a growing indifference
a growing indifference
roses and thorns will not release me
I try to get along, ‘doesn’t come easy
it isn't the money or the phony power play
y' just don't want me in the most familiar way
I've seen your eyes with a new distance
that won't be denied, a growing indiff'rence
oh yes, oh my
poor me, and mine
no burning rubber, 'hardly rollin' slow
talk to your lover, go, tell him, let him know
that I've seen your eyes, stranger than fiction
that won’t be defined, a growing indiff'rence
I guess, love resigned
poor me, and mine
now, from a distance
a growing indiff'rence
change clothes and go
poor me, change clothes and mine
and go, and mine
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Rightly Jennings
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