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CmSympathy just Fdoesn’t mean That muCmch to me F CmCompassion’s not GThe fashion in myCm mind CmAnd if you’re looking for FA shoulder to cry on CmDon’t turn your headF my way ’cCmause I’d rather have GMy music any Cmday
CmYou and I are FMasters of our deCmstiny F CmWe look for consGolation all thCme time Until weCm find out things are nFot What they were Cmmeant to be, oFh no And if itCm doesn’t suit Gour mood We??Cm?ll call it crime
FmDedication’s not an obCmligation Or a fiGgment of Someone’s Cmimagination It’s theFm only way they say To lCmive from day to day To makGe each passing way A smalCml sensation
Dreams are the possession of The simple man Reality the fantasy of youth But living is a problem that Is common to us all With love the only Common road to truth