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The rain has washed the pavements But it cannot clean my heart I'm trying to find peace of mind But I don't know where to start - Sixty-seven paths to run down and every one is wrong Confusion reigns, confusion gains - It's been going on far to long Sometimes I just want to write you letters every day There are six-hundred things of gross importance that I have to say But my world is weary and I've nothing left to give And sometimes I just want to be left alone to live I've got a bit of a thing about you I've got a bit of a thing about you I'd do something hellishly foolish if you came round tonight Brandy talks and sanity walks away and everything seems bright I'll never, ever, ever clutch at anyone's hand again If I wrap myself in these four walls I'll never do wrong again And sometimes I think thoughts of you that I shouldn't think It makes me turn, it makes me turn, it makes me turn to drink Sixty-seven paths to run down and every one is wrong Confusion reigns, confusion gains - it's been going on far too long - I've got a bit of a thing about you I've got a bit of a thing about you No, I lied - I've got a hell of thing about you I've got a hell of a thing about you, honey... From Letras Mania