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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Draw


These things I know don’t compare to what I don’t
Things I see can’t compare to what I won’t
Real is real even if it’s make believe

Some places we’ve gone, some people we’ve found
Together we’ve been in and out of this town
Your eyes still roam to find what you can
My eyes are still fixed on an ever-wandering man

Words might sound perfectly, but a song’s not a song without a melody
Day needs night, the sun goes with the moon and me and you.
We're the same kind of different too. 


I hurt you when I go trying to I try to act tough
You hurt me when you don’t care enough
We’ll each have some hurt to pack and take

We keep how we feel just like an iceberg now
Just a little shown, the rest hid somehow
Sometimes you have to let it end in a draw
Who wins or loses, now it’s just too close to call

Words might sound perfectly, but a song’s not a song without a melody
Day needs night, the sun goes with the moon and me and you.
We're the same kind of different too. 




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