| One day I hope to see the world
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| Through another person’s eyes
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| And breathe in everything they think of
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| To make sure everything’s alright
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| To know that everyone’s the same
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| The most composed are just as lost
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| While you might have it all set up
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| You can only work with what you’ve got
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| And since we were kids
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| We were ambitious
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| You see it starts like this
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| You see it starts like this
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| But now you will find me
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| Cold, but breathing
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| Where I was left
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| Where I was left
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| And every time I catch my breath
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| I feel my body getting tense
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| And when you find there’s no design in anything
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| It’s nothing new, but little help
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| And since we were kids
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| We were ambitious
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| You see it starts like this
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| You see it starts like this
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| But now you will find me
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| Cold, but breathing
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| Where I was left
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| Where I was left
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| When you don’t feel you know
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| What is it that you’ve missed
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| And the sting of regret
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| Is the taste of your lips
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| You’re some way to go
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| You’re some way to go
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| You move the right way and you know
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| You’re finally there
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| The search was the thing you were after
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| The route was the place
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| The question’s the answer
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| And since we were kids
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| We were ambitious
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| You see it starts like this
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| You see it starts like this
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| But now you will find me
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| Cold, but breathing
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| Where I was left
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| Where I was left |