Well that is what we cry
Feelings we keep inside
And you
Nervous with good reason
from...
no no no no no no no
no
Some of the chances we take,
To make the money
I'm trying to get to you
To the cold and glass
Life won't change today
Every single day
Things don't come my way
It's
I'm one of them, it still seems simple
Here again, lets
Man, I know it has to be good
Moving apart to
I fell in line for your country
You take mine in
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