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| Wrong Way What makes you touch? What makes you feel? What makes you stop and smell the roses in an open field? What makes you unclean? Yeah, Yeah What makes you laugh? What makes you cry? What makes our youth run From the thought that we might die? What makes you bleed? Somebody told me the wrong way What if I died? What did I give? I hope it was an answer so you might live I hope I helped you live I hope I helped you live Somebody told me the wrong way |
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