| If I was only a little younger
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| Slightly softer with vastly wider eyes
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| Then I could tell you what I’ve been meaning to
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| That our redemption is also our demise
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| Don’t you remember no bridge was tall enough
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| And stairs would beckon that we’d go rolling down?
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| We’d poke our toes out, we’d let our heads drop
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| Let’s fall forever, let’s never hit the ground
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| What if I moved to some other city
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| To some place that’s far, far away and strange?
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| I’d never know you, I never knew you
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| That’s what I’m doing
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| Grow up and brace the change
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| But you know, you’re just not seventeen, and you
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| And you cry, you cry yourself to sleep
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| And your attempt to conjure up old dreams and repeat
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| You could never be strong, you could only be free
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| You could never be strong, you could only be free
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| You could never be strong, you could only be free
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| You could never be strong, you could only be free |