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[david11486]

He wants to see the Great
In doors He'll live in vans and
sleep on floors He wants to lead
a raucous life and lead his band
to distant shores She wants to
see him change his mindabout the
home he's left behind She knows
one day he'll settle down into the
life that she's designed He'll
have weeks of shows, each one the
kind where no ones goes She'll
have weeks alone with just the
hope he might propose They both
persist and both insist,"They'll
come around "He wants to live
his dream out loud and hear the
cheering of the crowd She wants
to live a quiet life and be enough
to make him proud The closest
thing to cheers will be the
ringing in his ears She sleeps by
her phone; awaits a ring she never
hearsThey both maintain their
desperate cl.."They'll come
around"Neither has succeeded;
neither has conceded If only he
could see how better life with her
would beShe'd be better off if
she would only set him freeAnd
so their friends all share this
common prayer:"They'll come
around"He got to see the Great
IndoorsHe lived in vans and
slept on floors