h e l p l e s s   -   c   s   n   &   y there is a town in north ontario with dream comfort memory despair and in my mind i still need a place to go all my changes were there blue, blue windows behind the stars yellow moon on the rise big birds flying across the sky throwin' shadows on our eyes leave us helpless, helpless, helpless well, babe, can you hear me now? the chains are locked and tied across my doors baby, baby, sing with me somehow blue, blue windows behind the stars yellow moon on the rise big birds flying across the sky throwin' shadows on our eyes leave us helpless, helpless, helpless helpless, helpless, helpless helpless, helpless, helpless helpless, helpless, helpless helpless, helpless, helpless
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		Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.