| When did life become so complicated?
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| Years of too much thought and time I wasted,
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| and in each line upon my face,
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| is proof I fought and lived another day.
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| When did life become this place of madness?
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| Drifting on an empty sea of waves and sadness?
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| I make believe I’m in control,
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| and dream it wasn’t all my fault.
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| When your feet don’t touch the ground,
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| When your voice won’t make a sound.
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| Here, it’s safe, in this place, up off the clouds.
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| When your feet don’t touch the earth,
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| you can’t feel the fates that hurt
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| and you’re free, there’s no need to come down.
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| When your feet don’t touch the ground.
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| Everyday just feels a little longer
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| Why am I the only one not getting stronger?
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| Running around pretending life’s a play,
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| It doesn’t make the darkness go away.
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| I may be young but I can still remember
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| Feeling full of joy, crying tears of laughter
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| Now all my tears are all cried out,
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| Make-believe, but count me out.
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| 'Cause my feet are on the ground,
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| and the inner voice I found
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| tells the truth, «There's no use,
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| if your head’s in the clouds»
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| With my feet on solid earth,
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| I can face the fates that hurt,
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| and in time, I’ll be fine,
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| I’ll come 'round.
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| I was once like you.
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| Life was a maze.
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| I couldn’t find my way out.
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| But what I say is true,
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| you will be amazed,
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| Make-believe and you will find out that it’s true.
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| When your feet don’t touch the ground,
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| when your voice won’t make a sound.
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| Here, it’s safe. |
| In this place.
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| Up off the clouds.
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| When your feet don’t touch the earth,
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| you can’t feel the fates that hurt.
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| And you’re free, there’s no need, to come down.
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| When your feet don’t touch the ground. |