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What it is to me
The way I think it should be,
you ask what is it to me.
Well I live in this world too,
so to it and me I must be true.
Now, what I can''t see,
is what is it really going to be,
I have come to discover,
that for no good reason people hate each other.
How did this really begin,
when and if will it end,
to many words said,
that came from the head.
If only people would listen to their heart,
then maybe all this hate would not start.
If people would learn,
that respect should be earn.
And that love would come our way,
and we could know a better day.
All we could do,
is to ourself be true.
you ask what is it to me.
Well I live in this world too,
so to it and me I must be true.
Now, what I can''t see,
is what is it really going to be,
I have come to discover,
that for no good reason people hate each other.
How did this really begin,
when and if will it end,
to many words said,
that came from the head.
If only people would listen to their heart,
then maybe all this hate would not start.
If people would learn,
that respect should be earn.
And that love would come our way,
and we could know a better day.
All we could do,
is to ourself be true.
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What it is to me
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