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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
no idea. but some think it is easier - get the kids thing out of the way (usually men of course - as if being pregnant with one wasn't bad enough).
why do people always want to find romantic love where there is none??? It's almost like a cult or addiction --- can't see reality - want it to be love..
__________________ Why won’t you say something now
Don’t leave me hanging
Cut me down
I miss the fire that was once in your eyes
Well come on and say something now