| you can’t be like me
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| but be happy that you can’t
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| I see pain but I don’t feel it
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| I am like the old tin man
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| I’m as worn as a stone
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| I keep it steady as I can
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| I see pain but I don’t feel it
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| I am like the old tin man
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| I miss it
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| I miss it (oh)
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| I miss that
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| feeling of feeling
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| I used to fill the sky around
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| with happiness and joy
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| I had news to give the wind
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| to keep my sails and heart employed
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| I felt people move around me
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| I felt loneliness and shame
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| back then everyday was different
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| now each moment is the same
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| I miss it
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| I miss it (oh)
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| I miss that feeling of feeling
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| I miss it
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| I miss it (oh)
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| I miss that feeling of feeling
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| the feeling of feeling
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| the wind upon my face
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| and caring what it brings this way
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| the feeling of feeling
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| these minutes pass away
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| and caring what I do with them
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| baby bring me life or something else
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| so it goes a man grows cold
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| some would say a man grows strong
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| they say life only grows short
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| I say the road only grows long
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| as long as there’s a road
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| my feet will never touch the ground
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| if you won’t give my heart back
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| I’ve no need to stick around
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| I miss it
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| I miss it (oh)
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| I miss that
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| feeling of feeling
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| the feeling of feeling
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| the feeling of feeling |