| I keep to myself
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| what I might share with others
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| but they don’t seem to understand
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| I open my mouth
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| to rediscover
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| that I don’t have the words at my command
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| holding out
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| for a world so much better
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| but I’m a stranger in a stranger’s land
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| all my friends have sold out
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| couldn’t handle the pressure
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| counting their blessings trying to salvage what they can
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| Children say — children say
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| we open our minds as one
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| but one more day — slips away
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| why don’t the dreams of the young never come to be When I overhear
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| my parents conversations
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| well I’m struck by the things they say
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| it seems they traded the years
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| for mere complications
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| who ever thought it could end this way
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| they close the door
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| but they can’t lock it
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| 'cause something of their childhood remains
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| and they’ve felt it before
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| when the man in their pocket
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| counted the cost of their material gains
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| Children say — come what may
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| be strong for the friends you’ve known
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| but one fine day — (not) far away
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| will we remember the love we used to own
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| Children say — children say
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| we open our minds as one
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| as one more day slips away
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| why don’t the dreams of the young never come to be Well you knew what I was saying
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| but did you know what it meant
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| when you saw that look in my eye
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| did you know it was heaven sent
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| was it all a waking dream
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| all that time we must have spent
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| well I guess it must have been
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| somehow that feeling came and went
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| Children say — come what may
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| be strong for the friends you’ve known
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| but one fine day — (not) far away
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| will we remember the love we used to own
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| Children say — children say
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| we open our minds as one
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| as one more day — slips away
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| why don’t the dreams of the young never come to be Children say — children say
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| we thought it would never go as one more day — slips away
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| who ever thought we could be so lonely |