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Music: Always Love by Nada Surf


Just take a good 'ol gander at the lyrics of this song.  Simple and to the point.T hey do a stellar job of expressing some thoughts I've only wished to piece together so elegantly. But more importantly, they remind me that though I'm sometimes prone to hate (above all, the heart of man is evil Jeremiah 17:9), love is what I need to choose (John 13:34).  As cliche and new-agey as that maybe sounds, it's the truth; hate will get you every time, always love.
 

Always love, don't wait till the finish line.
Always love, hate will get you every time.
 
It helps to write it down even when you then cross it out.
 
I want to know what it'd be like to aim so high above that any card you've been dealt you always love.

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To make a mountain of your life
Is just a choice
But I never learned enough
To listen to the voice that told me
Always love Hate will get you every time
Always love Don't wait til the finish line



Slow demands come 'round
Squeeze the air and keep the rest out
It helps to write it down
Even when you then cross it out




But Always Love Hate will get you every time
Always Love Even when you wanna fight
 



Self-directed lives
I want to know what it'd be like to
Aim so high above
Any card that you've been dealt, you...
 



Always Love Hate will get you every time
Always Love Hate will get you
 


I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs,
I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs.
You said
Hey, you good ones.
Hey, you good ones.
 


To make a mountain of your life
Is just a choice
But I never learned enough
To listen to the voice that told me...
Always love hate will get you every time
Always love hate will get you





I've been held back by something
Yeah, You said to me quietly on the stairs,
I've been held back by something
Yeah, You said to me quietly on the stairs
You said..
Hey, you good ones
Hey, you good ones
Hey, you good ones


 


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