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Maybe someday we'll find the right words to say;
Maybe someday we’ll learn this language;
Maybe someday our jealousy will fade;
Maybe someday, oh someday, I prayed.
But my heart beat isn't steady,
As my head twists and shakes.
Hand of security? NO! Hand of deceit,
All that you hide, is the truth that I seek!
Monday's plot is Tuesday's plan,
As Wednesday's pursuit leads to Thursday's end.
I'm on my knees,
My life in your hands.
You've got me on my knees again,
I can't compensate with your demands.
