what is it now that it can't be made to feel right Don't answer now, I know somehow we'll be alright Yeah, what is it now that it can't be made to feel
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So what is it now that it can't be made to feel right Don't answer now, I know somehow we'll be alright Yeah, what is it now that it can't be made to
lose Just say you believe in it That you're not, not feeling it Dwelling on the memories Is such a waste of energy It's simple when you see it in front
. Keep taking it easy. This time it's not personal. The universe will help you now To find a place you can breathe and do what you've got to do Keep taking it
the redemption I can offer girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window
studying their cushion-floor; his viscous poly-paste breath comes out, their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout, a boy in blue is busy banging