| I’m running, looking over my own shoulder
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| At the fool out on the road just getting older
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| And I’m cut like all the diamonds in my mind
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| Is that all there is?
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| Such a lonely prize
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| At all?
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| Does it help you to heel?
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| To touch your staying power?
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| Through the fall and the feel
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| No one lasts forever here
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| I, I have
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| I, I have not
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| I, I have naught, naught, naught
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| I never really meant to come out here
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| I never really meant to grow old
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| Moving like a wooden soldier
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| I never really meant to, never really meant get cold
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| But I’m running, looking over my own shoulder
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| At the fool out on the cliffs just getting old
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| And you’re soft like all the gold that’s in your sight
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| Is that all there is?
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| Such a lonely price — et al
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| Does it help it you to heel?
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| To touch your staying power?
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| Through the fall and the feel
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| That no one lives forever here?
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| I, I have
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| I, I have not
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| I, I have, have, have naught
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| And how this shiny diamond
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| And how it shines your eye
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| And how the glitter is golden
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| And how it shines your mind
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| And how this shiny diamond
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| And how it shines your eye
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| Does it help you to heal?
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| To touch your staying power?
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| Through the fog and the field
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| That no one lasts forever here?
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| I, I have
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| I have not
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| I, I have, have, have, have, have naught |