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I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse, but
its there and its happening to me along the way.
As we go through the snow, we can not forget our
foes, but the dinner's always waiting at the
table 'long the way.
What you see, not for me, isn't what you plan to
be, but you'll have what you wanted in the end
along the way. And we'll try as we cry, and our
brothers pass us by, to be strong through the
ages of our tears along the way.
Now we grow as we show that the morals we must
know, will be shapen and mistaken by the falls
along the way, but forget, dont regret to find
love and happiness, unless your willing to be
strong when they are gone along the way.
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow
me, until we see each other once more on that
path along the way.
i love this song.......
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