| It is year 10 and I’m a baby again
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| I need my friends like I did back then
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| To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
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| One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
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| 'Cause if it’s not one thing, don’t you know it’s another?
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| You can be sober and not recover
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| And the soul that’s hurting just keeps on searching
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| For ways to fill the emptiness but the pit is bottomless
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| You can’t fill it with hugs
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| You can’t fill it with drugs
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| You can’t fill it with booze
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| You can’t fill it with food
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| You can’t fill it with isolation
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| You can’t fill it with self-mutilation
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| You can’t fill it by always running away
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| You can’t fill it by finally deciding to stay
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| If you’re like me, an addictive personality
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| Then you got to admit that you’re powerless
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| Over everything you’re compulsive with
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| Even if you feel like you reveal not a lot
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| But there’s still things you conceal
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| Stop living for pretend, live for 'for real'
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| Just let it go so you can heal
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| It is year 10 and I’m a baby again
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| I need my friends like I did back then
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| To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
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| One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side
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| It is year 10 and I’m a baby again
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| I need my friends like I did back then
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| To help me stand, side by side, hand in hand
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| One day at a time, hand in hand, side by side |