| There You are again,
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| Standing down below me,
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| Honestly believing that there’s something you could show me,
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| While deep within your mind is what you give to me to know me.
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| And you don’t know,
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| You don’t know,
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| You don’t know how young you are
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| Her eyes are filled with coral snakes
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| and liquid plastic castles,
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| Her daily life revolves around a thousand petty hassles,
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| Corny dogs and window panes fixed with silver tassels,
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| And you don’t know,
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| You don’t know,
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| You don’t know how young you are
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| If I knew what’s right for you,
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| you would not think about it,
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| And if I knew the truth from you,
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| I’d truly stand and shout it,
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| There’s better things that you could be,
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| There is no doubt about it
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| And you don’t know,
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| You don’t know,
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| You don’t know how young you are
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| You don’t know (How young you are now)
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| You don’t know (How young you are now)
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| You don’t know (How young you are now)
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| You don’t know (How young you are now) |