| And now you ask me how I am
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| Actually, I don't know
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| If I'm fine here
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Actually, I don't know
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| If I'm fine here
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| Along with these problems
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| Or one day I'll go away
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Sorry if I let you down a little
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| I understand if you go away
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| It is my fault alone
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| And of these moments no
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| How am i doing? |
| I'm as usual
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| Why do not I see
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| The future inside
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| A glass ball
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| I have failed myself
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| Before you
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| You say I don't know how to love why
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| I'm too concrete
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| If you look me in the eye
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| You see a dead end
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| They give form and doubts of Hamlet
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| I am not easy
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| Neither do you
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| But if we were we would be bored
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| If you go away I understand your reasons
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| They are the consequences of my actions
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| And there is not always time to remedy
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| And it's not a lesson
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| I repeat to you to learn
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| I have had so much to do
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| And I threw it all away
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| My life is a hemorrhage
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| I wish you were the one to stop her
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| To save me, to change me, to calm me down
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Actually, I don't know
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| If I'm fine here
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| Along with these problems
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| Or one day I'll go away
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Sorry if I let you down a little
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| I understand if you go away
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| It is my fault alone
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| And of these moments no
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| The usual question in my house
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| "I'm fine," the usual lie
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| How do you want it to grow
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| At home you asked your parents for help
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| I was asking Google
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| You don't know how much it hurts
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| When you see my neighbors from the window
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| That they are having dinner
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| Them at the table, in four
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| With a smile each
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| While I am alone
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| Watching them from the window
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| And when I make the bed
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| I always find her hair red
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| Scattered here between the sheets
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| I wish I could join them
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| Still hear
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| If I prefer them straight, curly or wavy
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| But then I thought about it
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| And now when I think about my past
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| I close my eyes and a voice tells me
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| That the worst is over
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| Now I look forward
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| But this time I don't change the page
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| I change my book
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| Period and return
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Actually, I don't know
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| If I'm fine here
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| Along with these problems
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| Or one day I'll go away
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| And now you ask me how I am
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| Sorry if I let you down a little
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| I understand if you go away
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| It is my fault alone
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| And of these moments no |