| To see the world so differently
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| Had never seemed a crime
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| But still I felt the punishment of disapproving eyes
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| The criticism misconstrued
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| Had driven me away
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| In bitterness which helped create the world I grew to hate
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| 'Round and 'Round and 'Round and 'Round we go
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| Divided by the things we can’t show
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| Now, you’re standing beside yourself
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| In anger, you hide yourself
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| Afraid for me
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| Inside, is something no words can reach
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| And only that time could teach
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| Now I anxiously await Our Reunion
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| A feeling that I couldn’t place
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| A reflection I couldn’t face
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| By making you my enemy, it was easy to run from me
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| Naivete’s distorted view
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| All the things I thought I knew
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| Now I finally understand what separates the «men» from the man
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| 'Round and 'Round and 'Round and 'Round we go
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| Divided by the things we can’t show
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| Now, you’re standing beside yourself
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| In anger you hide yourself
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| Afraid for me
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| Inside, is something no words could reach
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| And only time could teach
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| Now I anxiously await Our Reunion
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| 'Round and 'Round and 'Round and 'Round we go
|
| Divided by the things we can’t show
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| Now, you’re standing beside yourself
|
| In anger you hide yourself
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| Afraid for me
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| Inside, is something no words could reach
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| And only that time could teach
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| Now I anxiously await Our Reunion |