w e l c o m e   t o   t h e   m a c h i n e   -   p i n k   f l o y d welcome, my son, welcome to the machine where have you been? it's all right, we know where you've been you've been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and "scouting for boys" you bought a guitar to punish your ma and you didn't like school, you're nobody's fool so welcome to the machine welcome, my son, welcome to the machine what did you dream? it's all right, we told you what to dream you dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar he always ate in the steak bar he loved to drive in his jaguar so welcome to the machine
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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.