| and does he know how lucky he is
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| to know your touch and to feel your kiss
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| and that he can stop searching finally
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| and does he know you could let him grow
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| and you know more than he knows
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| does he know that you could set him really free
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| and some can’t laugh
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| and some can’t cry
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| and some can’t even smile
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| no matter how hard they try
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| and some can’t walk
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| and some can’t crawl
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| and some don’t know they’re flying
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| till they’re heading for a fall
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| and is it always greener on the other side
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| does he get meaner when he’s trying to hide
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| when he won’t tell you where he’d really like to be
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| does he know how good his life could be
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me
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| I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake as me, as me |