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Dec 2017
You asked me what I think
I told you with my hand over my heart
It was only to show
Right or wrong, my opinion is all my own
I will live with it, but I want to hear yours

There is no reason to stop trying
Convince me, I want to know more about it
It’s what I want to know
That what is true, the opinion that you own
Is because of the life you live and endure

We hear so many voices
They just want to be heard, and we do
I’ve messed up everywhere I go
As soon as I know, then I realize I don’t
The things I feel sometimes make me unsure

I don’t know how far I can see
The horizon changes but never life’s misery
I don’t want to fight about it though
You tell me everything that you will or won’t
I still hope we can live behind the same door
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   ryn, --- and Imran Islam
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