| If I hadn’t grown with you
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| And if half my life had been spent
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| When we came together
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| Would it be different
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| Are you any more like you
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| Though I know that I’ve asked before
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| I’m sure there’re quite a few like me
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| Why should I be different
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| Is it true that there’s just one for one like I’ve been told
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| So hard to tell truth from lies
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| With young eyes of innocence
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| The glass slipper, the prince’s kiss
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| They make no difference
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| I thought I knew what I knew
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| I thought that I knew what they meant
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| So so soon too late I realize
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| A meaning so different
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| Is it true that there’s just one for one like I’ve been told
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| The highway ends at the iron fence
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| Where the diesel trucks march by
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| The sounds of living can make no sense
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| When they make no difference
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| Wooden boxes cause a throne
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| The hollow faces beneath the stone
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| And all the blank ones on their way home
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| I see no difference
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| Is it true that there’s just one for one like I’ve been told |