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Believe
in Me Copyrightã2001, Michael S. Robinson Now
the door is open wide and you’re a standin’ with
an indecisive look upon your face, and
a suitcase filled with mixed reviews of mem’ries, that
another man and time cannot erase. You
have told me your heart’s longin’ for another, yet
your tears betray you love me, deep inside. Heaven
knows I’ve got my little imperfections, but
there ain’t no doubt, you know how hard I’ve tried.
Chorus:
So don’t be cleavin’ me by leavin’
me, tearing up my eyes, and don’t be grievin’ me, deceivin’
me with all those silly lies. Because, no matter what you say, I know
that things can’t end this way. Please don’t be leavin’, just believe in me. I’m
a-thinkin’ of the time when I first met you, in
your Wrangler jeans and Tony Lama boots-- just
a fragile flower clingin’ to a barstool, while
you fended off bunch of drunken brutes... how
that crass display of rowdy indiscretion, was
forgotten as we spoke our gentle words, and
the pedal steel transformed into a sonnet, as
the snare drum sang the serenade of birds. Chorus:
So don’t be cleavin’ me by leavin’
me, tearing up my eyes, and don’t be grievin’ me, deceivin’
me with all those silly lies. Because, no matter what you say, I know
that things can’t end this way. Please don’t be leavin’, just believe in me.
Well
I’ve been around the block an’ I can tell you, that,
by leavin’, you can’t bury love that’s true. Like
the blossoms on the apple trees, each springtime, in
your daydreams, I’ll be coming back to you. Please
forgive the little blunders that have pained you. I
can only pledge to do my very best. Try
to focus on the good; forget the rough times, and
you’ll find enduring love will do the rest. Chorus:
So don’t be cleavin’ me by leavin’
me, tearing up my eyes, and don’t be grievin’ me, deceivin’
me with all those silly lies. Because, no matter what you say, I know
that things can’t end this way. Please don’t be leavin’, just believe in me.
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