| Infancy trumps a want to do more
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| Keeps things slow
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| Where all the flies go in winter time
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| When it snows
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| Vanity trumps desire to grow
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| And it shows
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| Where the rain goes when the sun shines
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| In rain bows
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| Bad weather, pain and tension
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| The young girl in the mirror checking out her scars
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| But she’s never gonna live one second of life
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| Until she lets the rage flow
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| Swaps it for paranoia
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| There’s broken glass everywhere
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| Why was she so indisposed?
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| See the flies go
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| Up in the heart of rainbows
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| Forgetting not to mention the sickness of apathy
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| Be cynical of course
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| 'cause you’re never gonna live one second of life
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| Until you let your age show
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| Swap it for the paranoia
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| Infancy trumps a want to do more
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| Where all the flies go in winter time
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| Bad weather, pain and tension
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| The young girl in the mirror checking out her scars
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| But she’s never gonna live one second of life
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| Until she lets her rage flow
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| Swaps it for the paranoia
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| Rage flows |