| Oh, you never learned the «whens"and «wheres"and «whys»
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| And I still believe that you were dying to be everything
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| To everyone and for all time
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| Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?
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| Did it turn out stale, or did it simply lose its wonder?
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| Could you hold it up from out and under?
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| Does the distance seem to dim-dumb-dim your memory?
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| Does the distance seem to fill the hunger?
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| Chorus:
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| So you’re left with your thoughts and where do they go Out the window or an open door
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| And once you believed they could keep you awake--
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| Well, it’s so deceiving.
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| So you talk to yourself and what do you know
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| You answer back with a «Don't say so»
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| And once you believed there was something to say…
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| Well, it’s so deceiving.
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| Oh, you never learned the way to hold a crowd
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| And it turns out now that you were dying to be everything
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| To everyone and for all time
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| Ah, the golden boy--did you stop trying?
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| (repeat chorus) |