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Originally Posted by Dakota
For some reason, this thread causes an old Jim Croce song to come to mind... Don't know why, exactly.  |
Song wise I was thinking more along the lines of Question by the Moody Blues:
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.