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The way to love is made from sacrifices.
12.19.2004
  Green Day - Basket Case

Do you have the time
To listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything
all at once
I am one of the those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing her down

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh,yuh,yuh,ya

Grasping to control
So I better hold on

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned
 
The way to love is made from sacrifices, the fact is that nobody take the risk, may be because this way is unexpected and uncertain, but some dreamers take this risk hoping to get the best of it, even if they know that taking this way they may lost their illusion, their dreams, their pasion everything they have.

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