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terça-feira, março 15, 2005

...how much difference....?

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Oh, watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
Oh, I will make my way, through one more day in hell

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
But, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind

How much difference does it make
Oh, how much difference does it make

I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room

How much difference does it make
Oh, how much difference does it make
Oh, how much difference does it make
Oh, how much difference does it make