| When you rush around in hopeless circles
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| Searching everywhere for something true
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| You’re at the age of not believing
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| When all the make believe is through
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| When you’ve set aside your childhood heroes
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| And your dreams are lost upon a shelf
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| You’re at the age of not believing
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| And worst of all you doubt yourself
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| You’re a castaway where no one hears you
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| On a barren isle in a lonely sea
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| Where did all the happy endings go?
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| Where can all the good times be?
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| You must face the age of not believing
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| Doubting everything you ever knew
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| Until at last you start believing
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| There’s something wonderful in you
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| You’re at the age of not believing
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| And worst of all you doubt yourself
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| You’re a castaway where no one hears you
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| On a barren isle in a lonely sea
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| Where did all the happy endings go?
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| Where can all the good times be?
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| You must face the age of not believing
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| Doubting everything you ever knew
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| Until at last you start believing
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| There’s something wonderful in you |