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This blessing in disguise, somebody to despise |
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Let's you know how much, you really know of love |
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It's such a loaded word, corrupted and absurd |
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Twisted out of tune. |
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Lost, I'm beginning to know the cost of trying to read your thoughts |
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but now I know your thoughts. |
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You are worried about you, I wonder how you make it through |
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Nagging day to day, feeling this way. |
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And the way you look at life as tedium and strife |
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but let me tell you this... |
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Bliss, I really wondered about your kiss, the flavor of your lips |
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Before this can occur, strikes a nerve |
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The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference? |
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One and all the same, what's the difference, what's the difference? |
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The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference? |
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One and all the same, what's the difference, what's the difference? |
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The pleasure and the pain, what's the difference, what's the difference? |
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One and all the same, what's the difference? |
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You, are worried about you. |
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Lost, the ungainly albatross that you carry like a cross |
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for those you shed a tear, they are gone and cannot hear |
