You shine when it gets dark,
Help me find my way home,
Upon you I make a wish,
No I didn't make a joke,
I know that in my past,
I said those things about my love,
My pain has still got control,
I guess I never got that hug,
Still I gotta go back,
Go back to where I hurt,
To where I lost my life,
To where they treat me like dirt,
I pray that I'm not judged,
But hey what can I say,
All of you people pop mess,
It don't rain on my parade, ...
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