| You don’t know where I’ve been
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| You don’t know whether I’ve seen the face of god or the face of Satan
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| You don’t know where this began
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| You don’t know whether I’m poor or rich or neither
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| You’ve discovered this moment
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| You’ve discovered me now
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| You don’t know my history, his story, our past
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| You don’t know whether we are together
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| You don’t know how this started, how this began, how this found a conclusion
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| You don’t know where I’ve been
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| You don’t know if I’m angry, you don’t know if mom and dad were there
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| You don’t know if I stare out at windows at night hoping to be where I am today
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| You don’t believe me
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| You believe in what you see
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| You don’t know where I’ve been
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| You don’t know whether I’ve seen the face of god or the face of Satan
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| You don’t know when this began
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| You don’t know whether it was the first beat or the last beat
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| You don’t know whether this is anger or happiness
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| You don’t know whether this is passion, or if this is passion
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| You’ve never walked in my shoes
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| You’ve never seen my sunrise
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| You’ve never seen my diners
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| You’ve never seen my tears
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| You don’t know where I’ve been
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| You don’t know what I’ve done, to be here, today
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