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.

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

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