| When I was younger
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| I thought of caring
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| As a reason for some to praise me, in envy
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| «So humble and kind»
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| «No better person»
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| Now that I’m older I’ve seen what I’ve been
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| Ruthless, ungrateful, always trying to turn up tracks
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| Be it about me or you
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| Seeking out the faithful in me
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| With tricks of trust and gluttony
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| I don’t wanna wait for anyone
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| When I was younger I thought of deep space
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| Pick me up swiftly, carry me away
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| Drop me off willing, light years long gone
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| Never again seeing those who I loved
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| It’s not about me this time — there I go lying again
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| Please save my soul
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| I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
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| Seeking out the faithful in me with singles and a pen
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| Is it possible I’m overthinking this
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| It’s not what I’m not, it’s what I believe in
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| It’s not what I’ve got, it’s my peace of mind
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| Too early to see if I’m still in the past
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| Too hopeful to be wasted time
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| It’s not what I’m not, it’s what I believe in
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| It’s not what I’ve got, it’s my peace of mind
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| Too early to see if I’ll be
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| Seeking out the fraud in me
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| With compassion and honesty, I’ll wait |