(C) The Who

No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it’s like To be hated To be fated

To telling only lies

But my dreams They aren’t as empty As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like To feel these feelings Like I do

And I blame you No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through

But my dreams

They aren’t as empty

As my conscience seems to be

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