It's another fight.
Just another night.
And I won't be able to make it right.
For some time.
The same ol' rhyme.
And I try so hard to climb.
Out of this hole.
Im down here alone.
So I invite you to come in my home.
But you know better.
Been warned of the weather.
You stand clear when we should pull together.
Now I'm watching you.
I have the blues.
I can't help but wish that when you said I Love You.
That it was true.
That it was true.
That.
It.
Was.
True.
It.
Was.
Never.
True.
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