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    WHO

    WHO CAN TELL ME WHY I FEEL THE WAY THAT I DO
    WHO WOULD'VE BELIEVED THAT I WOULD FALL FOR YOU
    WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN TATH TO YOU I DEVOTE MY TIME
    WHO WOULD SAY IT'S REAL WHEN IN REALITY YOURE NOT MINE
    WHO CAN TELL ME WHY THIS BAD TENDS TO FEEL SO GOOD
    WHO IS THERE WHEN I WANT TO LET GO WHEN I REALLY SHOULD
    NOW IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME TO SIT AND JUST LET GO
    ESPECIALLY WHEN DAY BY DAY MY FEELINGS TEND TO GROW
    IM NOT LETTING GO, NOT NOW AND MAY NOT EVER
    CONTINUE TO STICK WITH ME AND WE CAN WORK THIS OUT TOGETHER
    WHO'S EYES ARE OPEN TO SEE THE THINGS THAT I SEE
    MY HEART IS OPEN AND YOUR HOME IS HERE WITH ME

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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