| 10 years from now I’ll watch from far away
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| 10 years from now I might have found my way
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| 10 years from now I’ll see with different eyes
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| Better, wiser and not as blind
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| Always looked for acceptance
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| And understood what it’s like to be different
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| Did not believe in transcendence
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| This life gave birth to independence
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| Does no one see it like I do?
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| Does no one know that we’re just passing through?
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| No one feel what I do?
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| We’re passing through…
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| These silhouettes remain
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| They’re not the sum of me
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| No longer represent who I used to be
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| They just remind me of where I used to wake
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| How I used to think, how I used to ache
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| 10 years from now I’ll watch from far away
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| 10 years from now I sure have found my way
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| 10 years from now I’ll see with different eyes
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| Better, wiser and not as blind
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| Does no one see it like I do?
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| Does no one know that we’re just passing through?
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| No one feel what I do?
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| That we’re just passing through…
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| Does no one see it like I do?
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| Does no one know that we’re just passing through?
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| No one feel what I do?
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| That we’re just passing through…
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| I always looked for acceptance
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| I understand what it’s like to be different
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| Did no believe in transcendence
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| Just independence
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| Does no one see it like I do?
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| Does no one know that we’re just passing through?
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| No one feel what I do?
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| That we’re just passing through…
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| Does no one see it like I do?
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| Does no one know that we’re just passing through?
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| No one feel what I do?
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| We’re passing through… |