| It’s taken 23 years to realise,
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| We don’t know what’s coming next,
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| There’s foolish dreams and impractical fears,
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| Between everything and nothing left.
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| It’s taken 23 weeks of traveling free,
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| Taking on this globe alone.
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| It took ink in flesh and sunburnt necks,
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| To be happy in the skin I own.
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| I don’t have a clue,
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| I’m learning to be free,
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| I’m just the same as you,
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| This is all I’ve learnt to be at 23.
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| I’ll wear your shoes,
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| For the next few miles,
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| If we walk on the same road.
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| The stronger the skin, on our bare feet,
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| The stronger both out souls.
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| There’ll be winds and bends and misplaced friends,
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| Getting lost along the way,
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| The one confirmed thing that I’ve learnt,
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| Is that I won’t be 23 again.
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| I don’t have a clue,
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| I’m learning to be free,
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| I’m just the same as you,
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| This is all I’ve learnt to be at 23. |