Big Star

I don't want to be another big star 
Picking at your cars 
Stealing at your clothes 
Finding out what you don't know 
You don't know

I don't want to be your big star 
Picking your calls; saying I don't know 
I don't want to be your suitor 
Lacking at your feet 
Trying to love the things you need

And you know I've heard this before 
And you know I've heard it some more 
Won't you give me a chance
To break down your door 
But I sit 
Oh Oh 
I still sit here

I don't want to be a tailor 
Pricking at your thumb 
Washing all the tears away 
Some words 
Oh no I believe they don't feel you 
Picking up your dirt 
Washing all your dreams away

(Repeat Chorus)



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