| I look for the answer in the back of my mind
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| Endless questions are all that I find
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| I turn another corner, and look back on the shelf
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| Burn another paper, then I ask myself
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| I take my time with a slight of hand
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| Play my part in the game of chance
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| Caught up in the chaos
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| Always someone to blame
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| Holding on to my conscience
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| Ask myself again
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| Fall into the morning
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| Hoping for some help
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| Hear tomorrow calling
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| And I ask myself
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
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| Is it really love, or just the solution?
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| Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
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| Is it really love? |