| So, here we are back at the atart
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| One angry and one slightly scarred
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| And one on the outside, asking why?
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| Why? |
| A good question, I don’t know
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| I hear it’s offfen, I Live in hope
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| That one day you’ll hear what I say
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| Cause when you’re down and out, there’s no one to help
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| You just have to sit there feeling sorry for yourself
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| And the rhyme and reason should be clear, but it ain’t
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| But in the cold day of light
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| You won’t see me
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| Fire, it always burns brightly at night
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| It’s burning inside you, that’s why
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| You cannot sleep
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| Or greet the day
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| And every day seems like the last one
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| And it ain’t too much fun
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| Can’t you learn
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| Learn to forgive and forget
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| Don’t you think it’s foolish to burn all of the bridges?
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| Don’t you have a better plan that’s based on forgiveness
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| I guess the weight you carry on your shoulder’s today
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| Will ease given time
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| Well that wish is mine
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| Don’t you think it’s foolish to burn all of the bridges?
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| Don’t you have a better plan that’s based on forgiveness
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| I guess the weight you carry on your shoulder’s today
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| Will ease given time
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| Well that wish is mine |