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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 Why can't we reign our feelings in Why do we have to scream and shout? Raging voices, then we go home and pout Why can't we just talk calmly for once Why must it always turn into a rout? Oh, can't you tell me why we can't sort it out? Open your ears I'll open mine Unless, of course You start to whine You see? It always leads to another tired line You can't seem to tell me anything I can't be bothered to lend an ear If you wait to hear from me, you'll sit around for years Don't expect to see me running To wipe away your pooling tears 'Cause I'm aware your actions hide much more than appears Open your ears I'll open mine Unless, of course You start to whine You see? It always leads to another tired line Now it all comes clean Why didn't we do the laundry before? We could have sidestepped this and more So maybe we're just a little bit On the burnt out side of the door Take a break and relax awhile... we needed this before Take a break and sort it out... Continued in Carousel Revolution Three: Emotion Escape |