the song of the day, with the feeling of every night:

When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies

your eyes, I say, your eyes may look like his
but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is

tears are running, running down your breast
and your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest

don't you want somebody to love?
wouldn't you love somebody to love?
...you better find somebody to love

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