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Those Who Don't Care
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May 2012 And when i close, my eyes,
let me open them up to surprise,
be the last one standing out of all
the ones that only make you fall,
i know i'm here to lift you, when i'm with you,
i get easily burned like a tissue,
right now i miss you, yesterday and tomorrow,
alone in New York City filled with sorrow,
your blue eyes mean more tonight,
then the never ending New York City lights,
to me you are my Times Square, my last hope,
pulling me away from the sight of the scope,
all you are is something i can't understand,
running around in two ovals like an ampersand,
you have the upper hand, it's not fair,
that the power lies with those who don't care.
