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the same old story I am addicted to love and to the way words can express things all hearts dream of though some dreams are buried by landing too hard after going over the falls by fears, broken promises, and betrayals there's something about music that slips through the cracks in the walls it never fails we are addicted to love and to the way life changes so completely when we fall in just to let go and feel the flow as if being born is not where life begins love is being born again though sometimes it's painful we all make mistakes that will not be fixed damned by physical limits, space and time still I can find in music in just the way thought and sound is mixed ending in rhyme we always come back to love it's a way of life worth every risk for the energy of the high the letting go feeling the flow say you don't want love and you know you lie love lets us fly there is no better reason for being alive love is the answer we seek when we look to the sky many are told they must wait for love to arrive but look all around and look inside love is your choice, your heart, yours to accept or deny love is the giving, the living, the energy you ride when you find the way to never say goodbye and it is still the same old story as time goes by
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |