| It’s just another day
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| It’s just another year
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| «One step at a time», they say
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| «One trip, and you’re back that way»
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| I don’t recognize these eyes
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| I don’t recognize these hands
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| Please believe me when I tell you
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| That this is not who I am
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| If I recover, will you take me back again?
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| I’m just another, trying hard to fit right in
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| But the photographs remind me of who I used to be
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| If only I could go back when I, I was me
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| I’ll try hard to make this ride
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| I’ll try hard to win this fight
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| «One step at a time», they say
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| «One trip, and you’re back that way»
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| I don’t recognize these eyes
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| I don’t recognize these hands
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| Please believe me when I tell you
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| That this is not who I am
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| If I recover, will you take me back again?
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| I’m just another, trying hard to fit right in
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| But the photographs remind me of who I used to be
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| If only I could go back when I, I was me
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| Give me strength to fight
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| Help me feel alive again
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| Make me whole inside
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| Instead, this hole inside is killing me
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| And I’m begging you
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| If I recover, will you take me back again?
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| I’m just another, trying hard to fit right in
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| But the photographs remind me of who I used to be
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| If only I could go back when I, I was me |