| That dripping faucet is killing me but I can’t move I’m still asleep
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| And thinking of those dreamy hollow nights.
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| Who were they to say what was wrong or right?
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| We knew we had something then.
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| What it’s like to be young.
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| What it’s like to have something so strong.
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like
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| So go ahead and ask me how long I can keep this up. |
| Oh yeah
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| I though forever. |
| Divine was I inside and out.
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| Imagination and creative wealth
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| But all the time a stranger to myself.
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| What it’s like to be young.
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| What it’s like to have something so strong.
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like
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| Divine am I
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| Inside and out
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| But all the time just a stranger to myself.
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| Divine am I
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| Inside and out
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| But all the time just a stranger to myself.
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| So innocent, so confident, a sugar-coated essence
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| Kissed by a grain of salt.
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| Regression to ignorance sounds like bliss to me
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| But I’m looking back.
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| This time I’ll find my own.
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| I’ve played this tune so many times i know I’ll find my way back home.
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| What it’s like to be young.
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| What it’s like to have something so strong.
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like to be
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| What it’s like
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| Divine am I
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| Inside and out
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| But all the time just a stranger to myself.
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| Divine am I
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| Inside and out
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| But all the time just a stranger to myself. |