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"so what do you think of me now that you have seen who i really am?" |
Her blonde hair tied back
her head held up high...
Hiding from the world
hiding from love...
A hobo once licked my foot,
he said it tasted like cheese...
Dear boy, be careful of what you wish for
it just might come true...
How could i believe your lies
the smile, the game you play...
Never as though I have loved one soul
hearts turned to hearts, as all's lost control...
Standing there
looking into my eyes...
I guess i like you
but do i love you...
Remember me
When you've gone away...
Is there such thing as the edge of the world?
For that, we'll never know...
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Music does not need lyrics to speak to us |
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Our lives are controlled by those who refuse to love us. |
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The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. |