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SympatDmhy just doesn't Gmmean
That mDmuch to me Gm
CompDmassion's not
The fAashion in my miDmnd
And if you're looking for
A shGmoulder to cry on
Don't tDmurn your head my wGmay
'Cause I'd rDmather have
My mAusic any dDmay
You and I are
Masters of our destiny
We look for consolation all the time
Until we find out things are not
What they were meant to be, oh no
And if it doesn't suit our mood
We'll call it crime
DGmedication's not an Dmobligation
Or a fAigment of
Someone's imDmagination
It's the Gmonly way they say
To lDmive from day to day
To mAake each passing way
A small sDmensation
Dreams are the possession of
The simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth
But living is a problem that
Is common to us all
With love the only
Common road to truth
Dedication's not an obligation
Or a figment of
Someone's imagination
It's the only way they say
To live from day to day
To make each passing way
A small sensation
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