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try to tell me that I don't even try You try to justify your hate your hate is the only thing you have you have nothing of your own your own life's nothing

gain and opportunity, and when we look this world we see all the truth of life the love and misery and though the world doesn't change at all, it's seen

Somewhere between a lie and truth lies a subtle line of gray and although it's undetectable it's reflected in all we say. We don't want to hate or judge

reason to shine. And all this talk about intensity your destiny, you're telling me You're going to be just fine I want to believe you, but it's too late

and when she's up again she won't even let you near And now you're sitting all alone staring again at the telephone you think she's thinking of you, but she's

you can't have everything you don't want anything at all Is this wrong or right? In all the questions that you ask a silent longing for the past that's