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...{ kyle's stupid blog }...
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Monday February 25, 2008 (11:41am) Biting, Clenching, Blaming... (while listening to The Who) "Behind Blue Eyes" The Who No one knows what it's like To be the bad man, To be the sad man, Behind blue eyes. No one knows what it's like To be hated, To be fated, To telling only lies. But my dreams they aren't as empty, As my conscience seems to be. I have hours... only lonely. My love is vengeance, that's never free. No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings, Like I do, And I blame you. No one bites back as hard On their anger. None of my pain and woe, Can show through. But my dreams they aren't as empty. As my conscience seems to be. I have hours... only lonely. My love is vengeance, that's never free. When my fist clenches, crack it open, Before I use it and lose my cool. When I smile, tell me some bad news, Before I laugh and act like a fool. If I swallow anything evil, Put your finger down my throat. And if I shiver, please give me a blanket. Keep me warm, let me wear your coat. No one knows what it's like To be the bad man, To be the sad man, Behind blue eyes.
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