| Silent faces mouthing at me
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| I can’t hear a word they say
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| But I get the message, and
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| I don’t think I belong today
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| Empty places, echoing past
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| All I have to do is close my eyes
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| I can’t tell which is now
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| And which was then
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| Give me what I cry for
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| What I would have gladly died for
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| Take me to the young years that I loved
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| I’ve made the last correction
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| And my path has changed direction
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| I’m thinking like I did when I was young
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| Too complicated, can’t stop to think
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| I’ve lost the meaning of simplicity
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| The basic joys of life
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| No longer interest me
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| Give me what I cry for
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| What I would have gladly died for
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| Take me to the young years that I loved
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| I’ve made the last correction
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| And my path has changed direction
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| I’m thinking like I did when I was young
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| Give me what I cry for
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| What I would have gladly died for
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| Take me to the young years that I loved
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| I’ve made the last correction
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| And my path has changed direction
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| I’m thinking like I did when I was young
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| Give me what I cry for
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| What I would have gladly died for
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| Take me to the young years that I loved |