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There is no such thing as revenge
You will not give as good as you got
There is no such thing as an eye for an eye
If you think you re the giver, you re not

There is no such thing as regret
There is no point in placing the blame
Hate destroys the one who hates
And everyone suffers the same

What you see
Is not necessarily what you get
Eyes are the window to the soul
Take your judgements
And let them go

There is only love and respect
To thine own self be true
When you point the finger,
There are three fingers pointing back at you

What you see
Is not necessarily what you get
Eyes are the window to the soul
Take your judgements
And let them go
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go

Recognize that God is alive in everyone
Recognize that love lives in us all

What you see
Is not necessarily what you get
Eyes are the window to the soul
Take your judgements
And let them go
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go

What you see
Is not necessarily what you get
Eyes are the window to the soul
Take your judgements
And let them go
Let them go
Let them go
Let them go

You ve felt unloved before
You ve felt unwanted
You ve tried to close the door on a past
in which you re haunted.

I don t know how to make it right
I don t know how to change it
I just know it wasn t your fault
So just let me say this.

You can go...

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Static* police starts talking

(Chorus)
I wanna run, I ve been runnin for some time now
My time has come, I think I ll turn myself in now

I wanna run, ohh, I ve been runnin for some time now
My time has...

I don t want you to give it all up
And leave your own life collecting dust
And I don t want you to feel sorry for me
You never gave us a chance to be
And I don t need you to be by my...

Acostumbrado como estaba yo,
siendo el niño que ahora ya no soy,
a ser feliz sin presentir su luz.

En poco tiempo yo me convertí
en la sombra de quien antes fui.
No sé vivir si no oigo más su voz.

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