ask the blind man, he saw it too.
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the kind of girl to whistle at a funeral. i've got an easy problem for your solution.
so, this is how it works: you're young until you're not. you love until you don't. you try until you can't. you laugh until you cry. you cry until you laugh. and everyone must breathe until their last dyin' breath. oh, this is how it works: you peer inside yourself. you take the things you like, then try to love the things you took. and then you take that love you made and stick it into someone else's heart, pumpin' someone elses blood. then walkin' arm and arm you hope it don't get hard, but even if it does, you'll just do it all again. and on the radio you'll hear november rain. that solo is awful long, but it's a good refrain. you'll listen to it twice 'cause the dj is asleep on the radio. on the radio.
