"I will light the match this morning
So I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent
For soon that will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched
Pretend I'm free to roam
Oh, I will make my way throught
One more day in hell...
How much difference does it make?
I will hold the candle
'Til it burns up my arm
Oh, I'll keep takin' punches
Until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down
Until my eyes go blind
I won't change direction
And I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make?
I'll swallow poison
Until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out
'Til it fills this room
How much difference..."
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