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There is a NowThere is a tomorrow, I think.There is a tomorrow, right?I need there to be a tomorrow... There was a yesterday, I think
Love's a BattlefieldYou know what my heart desires, I wear it on my sleeveand it's something in which I thought that you believed.I never wanted this for you, I wanted it for me.I never looked to closely, I never really knew.I never thought to question, I never saw the clues.It never once occurred to me that you might love him too.All's fair in love and war, I understand that's rightbut you're forgetting, love's a battlefield; I won't leave without a fight.So, find your own in shining armor, this one is my knight.