| My my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
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| Just a blade in the grass, a spoke unto the wheel
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| My my cold hearted child, tell me where it’s all gone
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| Oh the luster off your bones, those arms that held you strong
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| See I’ve been worrying
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| That my time here’s a little unclear
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| I’ve been worrying
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| That I’m losing the ones I hold dear
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| I’ve been worrying
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| That we all live our lives in the confines of fear
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| My my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
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| Just a grain in the morning air, dark shadow on the hill
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| My my cold hearted child, tell me where it all falls
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| This apathy you feel will make a fool of us all
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| See I’ve been worrying
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| That my time here’s a little unclear
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| I’ve been worrying
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| That I’m losing the ones I hold dear
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| I’ve been worrying
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| That we all live our lives in the confines of fear
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| Oh I will become what I deserve
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| Oh I will become what I deserve
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| Oh I will become what I deserve
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| Oh I will become what I deserve
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| I've been worryin', I've been worryin',
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| I will become what I deserve
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| I've been worryin',
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| My time here’s a little unclear
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| I will become what I deserve
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| I've been worryin', I've been worryin'
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| That my time here’s a little unclear
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| I've been worryin', I've been worryin'
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| That I'm losing the ones I hold dear
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| I've been worryin', I've been worryin'
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| That we all live our lives in the confines of fear |