lunes, 2 de noviembre de 2009

I will light the match this mornin',
so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent,
for soon light will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched,
pretend I'm free to roam
Oh, I will make my way, through,
one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make?
How much difference does it make?, yeah...
I will hold the candle
till it burns up my arm
Oh, I'll keep takin' punches
until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down
until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction,
and I won't change my mind
I'll swallow poison,
until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out
till it fills this room
How much difference does it make?
how much difference does it make?

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