Another day dawns grey, it's enough to make me spit
But we go on our way, just putting up with it
And when I try to make my feelings known to you
You sound like you have changed from red to blue
[...]
hate the compromises that life forces us to make
We must all bend a little if we are not to break
But the ideals you opted out of, I still hold them to be true
I guess they weren't so firmly held by you
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