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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