| You've Gotta Look |
| Sometimes I feel so lost and cold, But I forget and then grow bold. I love you, but not like that, Upon you the world has spat. You've gotta look at what you've got, And turn away from what you've not, I want to die, but I cannot, I still want to find my spot. Somewhere here I belong, And so I sit and sing this song... You've gotta look at what you've got, And turn away from what you've not. Open up and find me here, You can't know how I feel, dear, Open up and find me here, I wish that you could see clear, And then hear, what I have to say: You've gotta look at what you've got, And turn away from what you've not, You've gotta look at what you've got, And turn away from what you've not. |
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