Here's to the nights we felt alive,
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.
Today is a winding road,
That's taking me to places that I didn't want to go.
Don't ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.
Nothing ain't nothing, but it's free.
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor,
In case, just in case of depression?
If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved and nobody lied,
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride,
Then we'd see the day when nobody died.
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