then whats the problem?

I think its time I said enough
to those words you dont understand
you cant just make it up as you go along
im trying as hard as I can

so what if you were home
could it be as easy to rebuild in someone else
than to get you to notice that you might be wrong
too much said and not enough done

too much said and not enough done
too much said and not enough done

so im letting you go
ill learn to be alone
or you could say youre sorry and meet me in stafford
we could learn and we could grow



capo 2,standard

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