We heap our heart’s hearths
With dreams piled high
They burn beautifully
A light through the dark
Towards where we’ll die
Eventually
And if sometimes it means
too much, at least
We know soon enough
it won’t mean a thing,
And we sing:
The tired refrain, again
We sing the tired refrain:
We want the good without the bad
Well where’s the harm in that, you ask?
We want the right without the wrong
Is that so wrong? You have to laugh
You want the light without the dark
Is that so bad, to make a wish?
Is that so wrong? You have to ask,
Although you know it is
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