| Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes
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| Hell of a story, or is it boring?
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| Can’t claim to care, never been reluctant to share
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| Passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?
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| What Mom don’t know has taken its toll on me
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| It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean
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| It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me
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| Passing my life, living it out with her side
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| Listening closely, hearing her mostly
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| Can’t shake concern, seems that every time that I turn
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| I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?
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| What Mom don’t know has taken its toll on me
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| It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean
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| It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me |