NO one knows what its like. To be the bad man. To be the sad man. And NO one knows what its like to be hated. To be fated to telling only lies. But my dreams they aren't as empty. As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance. That's never free. NO one knows what its like to feel these feelings like I do and I blame you! NO one bites back as hard. On their anger. None of my pain and woe can show through. NO one knows what its like to be mistreated to be defeated, behind blue eyes. Based on pete townshend song. But I love the who.
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