| When I was a child my drama came from sadness
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| My passion kept me warm, my courage came from madness
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| Wanted the world to see me, without the fulls and chains
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| Wanted the world to know me, without the rules and games
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| All of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Those days are sweet salvation
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| Came from the secret days
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| Runnin' across the green through the fence into freedom
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| Wanted the world to show me
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| It would be mine again
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| Write me a different story
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| That didn’t have to end
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| All of those secret days
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| All of those secret days
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| All of those secret days
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| All of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days
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| Ohh, all of those secret days |