| He said he’s falling to pieces
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| Fighting the boy and the man
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| Over his shoulder there was freedom
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| But consciousness has tied his hands
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| Embodied youth was his distinction
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| Now inhibition’s in demand
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| So driven by his fear of weakness
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| That’s his key to understand
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| So far in a distant land
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| There’s a fight between boy and man
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| See the light through the open door
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| Sit and watch as the young grow old
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| Trading places in the circle
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| Turn the glass, spill the sand
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| They say that time can make the difference
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| But age doesn’t make you a man
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| So far in a distant land
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| There’s a fight between boy and man
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| See the light through the open door
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| Sit and watch as the young grow old
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| So young but overblown
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| So young but overblown
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| So young but overblown
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| Take a look now, see the boy is weakened
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| Watch him fade, watch him fade away
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| Take a bow and the boy is defeated
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| Is this the way, this the way?
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| So far in a distant land
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| There’s a fight between boy and man
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| See the light through the open door
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| Sit and watch as the young grow old |