| Draw me something,
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| Draw the line
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| connecting what we did to what happens now.
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| I don’t understand how we changed
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| not sure I’ll ever know.
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| It’s all circles, colliding spheres,
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| I closed off, chaos appears.
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| Once we were all smiles and plans,
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| and dressing up to go
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| playing outside playing cars,
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| now it’s all been tamed, I yell
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| «Don't stop! |
| Don’t leave me here!
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| Don’t stop. |
| Won’t get caught again.
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| You can’t go. |
| There’s no sense anymore.»
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| A tap of tears and a veil of guilt
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| taunt me now.
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| Growing growing growing gone,
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| years pick up speed again.
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| Throw me pointers,
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| no more jibes.
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| There’s this ancient knot inside my chest.
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| It works it’s way into my throat.
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| Will not let these stories out.
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| Refusal works, it always wins,
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| too much thought, too few grins.
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| Chorus
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| Free you say, free to roam,
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| but down below
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| Father, Mother, always guiding,
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| pointing out a world I refuse to know.
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| Don’t Stop!,
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| say it’s all OK.
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| You say, «Where's the ache of freedom?
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| Where’s the devil’s whispers?
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| This is the sweetest pain,
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| run and run and run and run.
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| Jump up as far as you can, shake your head
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| and breathe.» |