| Is my mind at ease or am I jaded?
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| Has the brightest color in me faded?
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| Have the simplest things been complicated
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| In a song?
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| I was just nineteen when all this started
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| I was sun burned skin and open hearted
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| I was hometown proud, tucked in, and parted
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| In a song
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| In my dreams I’m wide awake
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| And I always have exactly what it takes
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| Oh, my constant muse
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| I have pinned my life on you
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| Chasing words and every mood
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| Into song
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| In my dreams I’m wide awake
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| And I always have exactly what it takes
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| In my dreams I’m wide awake
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| And I always know exactly what to say
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| Oh, my constant muse
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| I have pinned my life on you
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| Chasing words and every mood
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| Into song
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| Is my mind at ease or am I jaded? |