| And it’s the same foregone conclusion
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| All the things hurt when I was young
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| It’s the sample of delusion
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| Spit from everybody’s tongue
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| And I don’t know how to be another
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| Don’t know how to be «the one»
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| Oh I have only just discovered who I am and where I’m coming from
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| If you could see me now
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| There’d be no purpose left to try and figure out
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| If you could see me now
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| You would be the last one in or out
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| And we can talk about solutions
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| Till we’re red (or blue) in the face
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| And we can stare at our illusions
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| And just smile till the mirror breaks
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| And I don’t know how to be another
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| Don’t know how to be «the one»
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| Oh I have only just discovered who I am and what I have become
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| If you could see me now
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| There’d be no purpose left to try and figure out
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| If you could see me now
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| You would be the last one in or out
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| There’s no accounting taste when you uncover what I see
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| And don’t you call it a waste when it’s only your mistake
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| If you could see me now
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| There’d be no purpose left to try and figure out
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| If you could see me now
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| You would be the last one in or out
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| If you could see me now
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| There’d be no purpose left to try and figure out
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| If you could see me now
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| You would be the last one in or out
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| If you could see me now
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| There’d be no purpose left to try and figure out
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| If you could see me now
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| You would be the last one in or out |