And the world seems to hate you.
Everyway you turn you see the hatred in their eyes.
A shiver runs down your spine,
Though it is warm outside.
Yet you find you cannot blame them.
Had the places been reversed you would have done the same.

And the world seems to hate you.
Everyway you turn you see the hatred in their eyes.
A shiver runs down your spine,
Though it is warm outside.
Yet you find you cannot blame them.
Had the places been reversed you would have done the same.
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