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Do My Feelings Ever Really Count |
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Do my feelings ever really count |
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Just seems to me |
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That the things I give up just seem to mount |
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You ask how can that be |
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Just look around and you will see |
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Around you.... I can't even be me |
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Sure you stay home all day |
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My work takes me out all day |
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When I am at home |
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You go out ... even though I have to make you |
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Just to get you away from home |
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All you do is talk about the work you |
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Have to do at home |
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You don't like me spending time on the net |
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I have even got to where I feel bad for the time |
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I spend trying to write another poem yet |
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I feel bad just turning on my computer |
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Should I just give it all up |
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Would you be happy then |
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I just wonder |
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