You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in EnglishWell, diamonds they fadeAnd flowers they bloomAnd I'm telling youThese feelings won't go awayThey've been knockin' me sidewaysThey've been knockin' me out latelyWhenever you come around meThese feelings won't go away They've been knockin' me sidewaysI keep thinking in a moment thatTime will take them awayBut these feelings won't go away.
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I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. read more
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The emotions in a song - the anger, aggression - have got to be legitimate.
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I cry a lot. My emotions are very close to my surface. I don't want to hold anything in so read more
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I threw away my phoneI thought that you should knowI'd throw away my homeIf I had somewhere to goAnything to read more
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And we know these times will never fade, hold them close, our youth is remembered forever...
And we know these times will never fade, hold them close, our youth is remembered forever...
