Copyright David E. Miller/TRA Williams, 1987
Words by Dave Miller, music by T. Williams. 112BPM
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Verses
You may have_ma-ny_friends, or just a few, I guess
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However you make_the_count, losing one hurts no less
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Sometimes it breaks_you_up, sometimes it won't sink in
Either way you_don't_forget who they where and where they bin
Chorus
(oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh o) It's
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Only the holes in_your Soul that keep_life from Fleeting
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It's
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Only the scars on_your Heart that make_it worth Beating
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Verse 2
You may have many loves, depends how you classify
One way to let you know, if it is, it makes you cry
The more you open up, the deeper can slide the knife
The splattering of your caring blood is what maps out your life
Verse 3
You may like many things in your life the way they are
But things they change for you with impact near and far
If you cling to the status quo, you will make your life ill
Without each new day's dawn there would be no new thrill