| When I was younger, worrying about it
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| Trying to make these decisions for myself
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| Then I go on to ask myself what’s right and wrong about it
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| And I don’t really know what makes it, ask yourself
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| Well, now I see you, you wanna ask me
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| I want you to ask me, I want you to ask me
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| What does it matter?
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| What does it mean?
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| Well, sometimes I don’t know why you wanna try and help me
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| I’m so confused, start to fall over backwards
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| Then I ask this to myself and see within myself
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| And wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myself
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| Now I’m a little bit older
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| And I’m not hell of a lot wiser
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| So I’ve gotta sit down and contemplate it, oh
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| Should I talk to the mirror, should I talk to a wall?
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| Well, should I even talk at all, would a little tiny bit of action
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| Would it make it even seem to matter anymore
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| I guess it matters just to you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you, all this I’ve done for you
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| All this I’ve done for you |