I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind How much difference does it make I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room How much difference How much difference does it make

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