| I remember when, when I first moved here
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| A long time ago
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| 'Cause I’d heard some song I used to hear back then
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| A long time ago
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| I remember when, even further back
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| In another town
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| 'Cause I saw something written I used to say back then
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| Hard to comprehend
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| And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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| I happily have to disagree
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| I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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| I am more me But of course some days I just lie around
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| And hardly exist
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| And can’t tell apart what I’m eating
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| From my hand or my wrist
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| 'Cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh
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| The difference is thin
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| But life has a certain ability of breathing new life into me So I breathe it in It says here we are and we all are here
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| And you still can make sense
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| If you just show up and present an honest face
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| Instead of that grin
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| And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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| I happily have to disagree
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| I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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| I am more me And the other day, this new friend of mine
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| Said something to me
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| «Just because something starts differently
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| Doesn’t mean it’s worth less»
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| And I soaked it in, how I soaked it in How I soaked it in And just as to prove how right he was
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| Then you came
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| So I’m gonna give, yes I’m gonna give
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| I’m gonna give you a try
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| So I’m gonna give, yes I’m gonna give
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| I’m gonna give you a try
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| And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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| I happily have to disagree
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| I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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| I am more me |