| And how do I choose and where do I draw the line
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| Between truth and necessary pain?
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| And how do I know and where do I get my belief
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| That things will be all right again?
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| What words do I use to try and explain
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| To those who’ve witnessed all my tears?
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| And what does it mean to know all these things
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| When love’s been wasted all these years,
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| When love’s been wasted all these years.
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| Standing in the shadows
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| With my heart right in my hand,
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| Removed from all the people
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| Who could never understand.
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| I was a pilgrim for your love,
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| A pilgrim for your love,
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| A pilgrim for your love,
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| I was a pilgrim for your love.
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| It’s like living in a nightmare,
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| Like looking in the blackest hole,
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| Like standing on the edge of nothing,
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| Completly out of control. |