| Well, it’s a hard way down to the time I raised my hand
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| And I swore I’d gladly die for my God and Uncle Sam
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| There was so much I didn’t know and what I knew I didn’t understand
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| Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
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| Where have I gone?
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| It’s a bittersweet way to my debut as a man
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| I defied the Lord and Ford in that eucalyptus stand
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| I wasn’t even sure I loved her, we were friends in the high school band
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| And look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
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| Where have I gone?
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| Look at me in the mirror of the way I look at you
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| In the mirror of my words you’ll find my fantasies are true
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| Remnants of a childhood dream, a nightmare or two
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, look at me
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| I look at you
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| It’s a hazy way to the time I finally saw
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| And it all came crashin' in on me, my God, my land, the law
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| And now I wonder as I look around if I’ll make it through at all
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| Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
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| Where have I gone?
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| And while I lie awake and sometimes I find I’m lost
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| As I rummage through my what’s and if’s, my profits and my cost
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| It’s not the bridges burned that bother me but the ones that I never crossed
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| Look at me, look at me, where have I gone?
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| Where have I gone?
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| Look at me in the mirror of the way I look at you
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| Whoa, in the mirror of my words you’ll find my fantasies are true
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| Old remnants of a childhood dream, a nightmare or two
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| Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, look at me
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| I look at you
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| Whoa, look at me (Well, look at me)
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| I look at you
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| Oh, look at me (Well, look at you)
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| I look at you
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| Oh, look at me (Well, look at me)
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| I look at you
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| Whoa, look at me (Well, look at you)
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| I look at you
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| Oh, look at me (Well, look at me)
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| I look at you |