it feels right, it feels wrong
it feels like when we have it, then its gone
the mark was left, its never the same
next time you shoot make sure you aim
i see windows with passing cars
and night with the same old stars
losing hope is easy
when your only friend is gone
and every time you look around
it all just seems to change
hanging in is easy
when you've got friends to call
when nothing's make sense at all
you're not the only one who's afraid of change
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