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Sympathy just doesn't mean |
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That much to me |
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Compassion's not |
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The fashion in my mind |
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And if you're looking for |
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A shoulder to cry on |
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Don't turn your head my way |
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'cause i'd rather have |
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My music any day |
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You and i are |
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Masters of our destiny |
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We look for consolation all the time |
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Until we find out things are not |
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What they were meant to be, oh no |
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And if it doesn't suit our mood |
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We'll call it crime |
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Dedication's not an obligation |
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Or a figment of |
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Someone's imagination |
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It's the only way they say |
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To live from day to day |
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To make each passing way |
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A small sensation |
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Dreams are the possession of |
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The simple man |
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Reality the fantasy of youth |
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But living is a problem that |
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Is common to us all |
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With love the only |
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Common road to truth |
