| I started out
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| Innocent and young
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| With a thirst for love
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| A search for fun
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| I grew up fast
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| This mirror in my soul
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| Reflecting back
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| What I’d been told
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| Like every other child I’ve been
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| Jaded from the outside in
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| I don’t know
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| All I’ve got is feelings
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| I came tumbling through my mother
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| To this world of different meanings
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| I don’t know
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| It comes down to believing
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| And I’m looking for someone
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| Who has a picture of the answer
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| I started out
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| Guilty of no crime
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| So much to learn
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| So little time
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| A speck of life
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| A tiny grain of sand
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| A blink in time
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| Is that all I am
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| Spending my existence
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| Trying to make it all make sense
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| I don’t know
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| All I’ve got is feelings
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| I came tumbling through my mother
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| To this world of different meanings
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| I don’t know
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| It comes down to believing
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| And I’m looking for someone
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| Who has a picture of the answer
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| I don’t know
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| All I got is feelings
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| I came tumbling through my mother
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| To this world of different meanings
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| I don’t know
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| It comes down to believing
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| And I’m looking for someone
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| Who has a picture of the answer |