[Chorus 1: Roland Orzabal]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind
[Chorus 2: Roland Orzabal]
Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well, my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind
[Verse 1: Roland Orzabal]
It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drags its feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Like light that is caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my
[Chorus 3: Oleta Adams]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go?
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind
[Chorus 2: Roland Orzabal]
Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well, my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind
[Verse 1: Roland Orzabal]
It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drags its feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Like light that is caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my
[Chorus 3: Oleta Adams]
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go?
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