Who are you who are you who are you my song
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Confused hid his thoughts in cases
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People confuse thoughts with octopuses in their gossip
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You see, we are rudely moving along the rails
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Hey, like every other day I'm so every flight
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You live in my head reminding me of you
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How are you on the sidelines there walking on the dew
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I collect drops and remember all about the rain
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Under you in winter my my my young
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I hit my head like this dream of yours
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You feel through the pain pain pain this fight
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I feel your chill inside
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I am your half
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Oh, there's a routine in my head
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I am your irreplaceable
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But incompatible with you
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Forever Young
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Often hurt
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The city remembers my dream, the city remembers the result
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I am among the icons in the autumn rain
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My everyday life is a hangout, fly away under the windows
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Forever Young
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Often hurt
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The city remembers my dream, the city remembers the result
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I am among the icons in the autumn rain
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My everyday life is a hangout, fly away under the windows
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Forever Young
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Often hurt
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The city remembers my dream, the city remembers the result
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I am among the icons in the autumn rain
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My everyday life is a hangout, fly away under the windows
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Where are you where are you where are you my childhood
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You also burn everyday life uselessly
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At 22 hours local
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Region 102 and 74 next door
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That will warm the soul
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I'll take off my mask so I can breathe normally
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On the left are my brothers, and on the right sidekick
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Pour equally degree without lowering
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Just like that, that's how we go
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And every step here is familiar to me
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I know that yard around the corner
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Who called the native nest
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Mine is not lost, will not replace the memory maliciously
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The area no doubt sets my mood
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Forever Young
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Often hurt
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The city remembers my dream, the city remembers the result
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I am among the icons in the autumn rain
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My everyday life is a hangout, fly away under the windows
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Forever Young
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Often hurt
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The city remembers my dream, the city remembers the result
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I am among the icons in the autumn rain
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My everyday life is a hangout, fly away under the windows |