I got used to feeling lonely My spirit always down The grass was getting greener But my winter was coming round I was in a crowd and frightened Talking to myself A promise that was empty I chased it round and round I was fighting back the anger I defied the winning smile I had trouble I had plenty Seems I was getting up To get kicked down I got no use for you if you're only Only out to treat me unkind Hold on to this promise Tread me good and I'll treat you right Let it last forever Until we die Until we die
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