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| Please don't tell me what is right I have nothing left to fear It is not even worth the fight People think they're full od might Even if they're holding on by a tear For some it isn't right. Falling, twisting, turning, churning Knowing everything might tear Sometimes it is not even worth fight Knowing no what comes tomorrow That can be the greatest fear For some it isn't right Some people with fire burning Others look with a sneer At the face that shines so brightly Some people know what comes tomorrow But others meet it with great fear Please do not tell me what is right It is not worth the fight. |
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