| Figuring out where I went wrong
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| The script not followed, then was awfully long
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| Too much pluck, too little of
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| The acting right, not acting up
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| I wore the world upon my back
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| Though someone else could meet, pick up the slack
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| Just because I could say
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| It’s my life, do things my way
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| Now I’m looking up more than I look down
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| The view’s a whole lot better second time around
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| Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
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| I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground
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| Color a lot with a broader stroke
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| The laughter comes as easy as the jokes
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| Nowadays, I’m thinking 'bout
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| Time is wasted looking back
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| Now I’m looking up more than I look down
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| The view’s a whole lot better second time around
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| Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
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| I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground
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| You drop a bucket in a well
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| It’s dark and deep down there
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| Crank the handle, bring it up
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| The water, crystal clear
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| I’m looking up more than I look down
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| The view’s a whole lot better second time around
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| Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
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| I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground
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| I’m looking up more than I look down
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| The view’s a whole lot better second time around
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| Too much of me was hidden in the shadows
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| I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground
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| Looking up, looking up
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| Looking up, looking up |