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i lied when I said I would not complain of my wounded heart

Furnace

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Remember in the beginning of "The Empire Strikes B
that nagging feeling,
pulses in the back of my head.
that same familiar song,
plays over and over.

that which tries to hit me in the heart,
which will try to make me fall to my knees.
that feeling that is desire,
which I've tried to contain.

until i want to explode,
and wish that I had never.

a chance to take it all back?
we'd all love an opportunity like that,
but everyone knows that it can never happen.
never happen.

I don't know if I can tell the difference
between the feeling of when you have no one,
or when you know that everyone has someone else.
 
"you've left me now and its seasoned my soul
and with every step you take
i watch another part of you go
i continue to build the wall
you were so strong i fell to my knees
and i don't think i can handle this at all

well, one night i'd like to lie and hold you
(yes, and feel...)
to make you smile, i'd like to be there for you
have you forgotton...me

and the days go by
doin' nothin about them
how much time
will i have to spare

my mind won't rest, and i don't sleep
not even in my dreams
if you ever did believe for my sake
if you ever did believe

and the days go by
(by...)
doin' nothin' about them
how much time will i have to spare

and the days go by
(by...)
doin' nothin' about them
how much time will i have to spare

well, one night i'd like to lie and hold you
(yes, and feel...)
to make you smile, i'd like to be there for you
have you forgotton...me


baby don't leave me
baby don't leave me
baby don't leave me
im down on my knees"

Stevie Nicks-if you ever did believe
 
Furnace said:


I don't know if I can tell the difference
between the feeling of when you have no one,
or when you know that everyone has someone else.

apparently people cant tell when i am kidding :P

this still hits home though
 
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