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Pull this blanket off of me Maybe it'll help me see The things I believe to be true... I'm paying for what should be free But I don't buy what they're telling me And I wanna believe in you... Ahhhh... Ahhhh... It gets hard sticking to your guns When everybody's having fun Makes me wanna run, I don't know what to do Not everything is what it seems Maybe these boys don't have dreams I can't blame 'em, Some dreams are worse than the truth. Ahhhh.... Ahhhh... Alright, goodnight. From Letras Mania