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Unbalanced
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My Favorites Sometimes I let my thoughts drift to you
Of what we used to be
Back to the beginning
I'm tired of everything
Being black and white
There isn't just good and bad
But only the in between
And your judgment comes too quick
But I'm tired of staying to hear all of it
You never understood
It wasn't fair
I've always been there for you
Ready to listen to your troubles
It isn't fair when the levels aren't balanced
And one hand doesn't help the other
