| I felt that I was half alive
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| I counted 24, 25
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| I wanted
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| I wanted not to be lonely but still alone
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| Walking slowly but nearing home
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| I wanted
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| I wanted
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| In this old city of hearts
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| What is young we tear apart
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| I have always wondered why
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| In this old city of hearts
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| What is young we tear apart
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| Won’t you open up our eyes
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| You’d say that it was true to form
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| I was wishing hard for a storm
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| I wanted
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| I wanted to see storm clouds rolling by
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| In a dark, brooding, stormy sky
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| I wanted, I wanted
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| In this old city of hearts
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| What is young we tear apart
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| I have always wondered why
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| In this old city of hearts
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| What is young we tear apart
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| Won’t you open up our eyes |