| All this time has gone by
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| And I’m still an infant
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| My soft frame has bumped around
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| I’ve had pain and I’ve had you
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| And I’m still formless and new
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| I’m an infant ticks in time
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| Still make me cry
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| How can air be so harsh feeling?
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| How can flesh be so unyielding?
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| I still wake up grabbing space
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| And I’m still stuck wondering which stairs to take
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| And how to take them without making big mistakes
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| But it’s worth the blood to still be lost
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| To still be free it’s worth the cost
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| And I won’t go back to before
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| This good time time time time time time time
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| I’m an infant ticks in time
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| Still make me cry
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| How can air be so harsh feeling?
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| How can flesh be so unhealing?
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| I’m an infant ticks in time
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| Still make me cry
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| Here still hurts, it feels like nowhere
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| And these arms still feel like cold air
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| I’m an infant ticks in time
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| Still make me cry
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| Here still hurts, it feels like nowhere
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| And these arms still feel like cold air
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| But it’s worth the blood to still be lost
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| To still be free it’s worth the cost
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| And I’d not go back to before
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| This good this good time time time time time |