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I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as he lies silent, for soon night will be gone I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to fly I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell..... How much difference does it make... I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm I'll keep takin' punches until their will grow tired I will stare the sun down ...until my eyes go blind Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind How much difference does it make.... I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room and... how much difference does it make .......? there's nothing as it seems ... the little that i need is .. gone for we all got scars that burn... the little that i need is... home
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