Written & Performed by Brian Deignan ©2025
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It all sounds like a bunch of noise
I'm not hearing what you say
neither of us getting any joy
lines not crossed come what may
don't live on different planets
breathe the same air
our thoughts ain't carved in granite
seems we both care
I'd like to think the day will come
when we all get along
separate what's right from what is....
when vitriol's all gone
come back from the brink
surrender the scorn
I like to think
If you shout at me
I'll soon turn away
there's screaming in both my ears
fighting to hold sway
I'd like to think the day will come
when we all get along
separate what's right from what is....
when vitriol's all gone
come back from the brink
surrender the scorn
I like to think
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