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Media Sorted by Album 11 The New York Times | 11 The New York Times |
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The New York Times Oh, It makes no sense to me Yeah, I was living in a different world when I heard the news I keep having the same bad dream And it makes me want to hurt all the people who have done this thing to you When I see your face, I can see you smile Read all about you in the New York Times When I see your eyes, I can see your lie When I think about what happened It just makes me crazy It makes no sense to me, This eye for an eye thing, It has gone too far I don't know anyone who doesn't hurt inside I would like to believe we could learn from this And maybe some day we can make things right I want to believe in this world I want to believe in this life I want to believe in a world that does not seem real When you read between the lines When I see your face, I can see you smile Read all about you in my New York Times When I see your eyes, I can see your lie When I read the words about the world It makes me crazy I want to believe in this world I want to believe in this life I want to believe in a world that does not seem real When you read between the lines Oh, Gotta read between the lines Whoa, gotta read between the lines I really want to believe I can make things right I want to believe I can learn how to feel alright inside I want to believe I can learn how to make things right Oh, I want to believe in this world I want to believe in this life I want to believe in a world that does not seem real When I read the New York Times I see your face, I see you smile Read all about you in the New York Times I can see your eyes, I can see your lie When I think about what happened It just makes me crazy When I close my eyes I seem so alive I really think about you I want to believe we can make things right I want to believe I want to believe I want to believe I want to believe Oh, I want to believe in this world I want to believe in this life I want to believe in a world that does not seem real When I read the New York Times Last update: 11-01-2007 00:00
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