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Long ago,
Set into rhyme...
God! Where is my soul now?
Strangers passing in the street
By chance, two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop
There is a world out there, and it's calling my name
And it's calling yours, girl,
It's calling yours, too
You know, it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But let's talk about it...