| You’re born, raised and then torn down,
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| to look a little more like, everyone you meet,
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| And everyday that goes by,
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| you look a little less like who you used to be.
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| I don’t mind the people staring,
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| 'cause I know they never see me anyway,
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| In these days, all the worlds the stage,
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| And everyone one just wants to be the star.
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| «…we'll love him while we may.»
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| (A Child Loaned)
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| This is all too heavy,
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| If you believe in your self,
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| But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
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| And I am not giving in.
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| I’m not giving in
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| and I’m not giving in
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| I don’t mind the people staring,
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| 'cause I know they never see me anyway,
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| And everyday that goes by,
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| you look a little less like who you used to be.
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| I don’t mind the people staring,
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| 'cause I know they never see me anyway,
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| In these days, all the worlds the stage,
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| and everyone one just wants to be the star.
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| This is all too heavy,
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| If you believe in your self,
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| But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
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| And I am not giving in.
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| This is all too heavy,
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| If you believe in your self,
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| But no one can hurt you with out your consent,
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| And I am not giving in.
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| I’m not giving in
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| and I’m not giving in
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| «I'll lend you, for a little time, a child of mine
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| For you to love the while she lives
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| And mourn for when she’s dead.
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| And from the throngs that crowd
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| life’s lanes, I have selected you
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| Now will you give her all your love,
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| Nor think the labor vain,
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| Nor hate me when I come to call to
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| Take her back again?
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| (A Child Loaned) |