‘There’s a hard life for every silver spoon, there’s a touch of gray for every shade of blue, that’s the way that i see life; if there was nothing wrong then there’d be nothing right.
What a shame, what a shame, to judge a life that you can't change. The choir sings, the church bells ring, So, won't you give this man his wings? What a shame to have to beg you to see we're not all the same. What a shame. God forgive the hands that laid you down’
I did something very, very, very wrong.
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