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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=77758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Late Show</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everyone Ive ever known has wished me well<br>Anyway thats how it seems, its hard to tell<br>Maybe people only ask you how youre doing<br>cause thats easier than letting on how little they could care<br>But when you know that youve got a real friend somewhere<br>Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear<br>Now to see things clear its hard enough I know<br>While youre waiting for reality to show<br>Without dreaming of the perfect love<br>And holding it so far above<br>That if you stumbled onto someone real, youd never know<br>(youd never know)<br>You could be with somebody who is lonely too<br>(sometimes it doesnt show)<br>He might be trying to get across to you<br>(words can be so slow)<br>When your own emptiness is all thats getting through<br>There comes a point when youre not sure why youre still talking<br>I passed that point long ago<br>(long ago)<br>Now Im so tired of all this circling<br>And all these glimpses of the end<br>(you know its useless to pretend)<br>Thats all the voices say:<br>Youll go right on circling<br>Until youve found some kind of friend<br>i saw you through the laughter and the noise<br>You were talking with the soldiers and the boys<br>While they scuffled for your weary smiles<br>I thought of all the empty miles<br>And the years that Ive spent looking for your eyes<br>(looking for your eyes)<br>And now Im sitting here wondering what to say<br>(that you might recognize)<br>Afraid that all these words might scare you away<br>(and break through the disguise)<br>No one ever talks about their feelings anyway<br>Without dressing them in dreams and laughter<br>I guess its just too painful otherwise<br>Look--<br>Its like youre standing in the window<br>Of a house nobody lives in<br>And Im sitting in a car across the way<br>(lets just say)<br>Its an early model chevrolet<br>(lets just say)<br>Its a warm and windy day<br>You go and pack your sorrow<br>The trash man comes tomorrow<br>Leave it at the curb and well just roll away</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jackson Browne - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Anyway thats how it seems, its hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how youre doing
cause thats easier than letting on how little they could care
But when you know that youve got a real friend somewhere..."></div>
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