| You’ll bruise their hearts, child
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| You’ll live their lives?
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| You’ll fill their shoes, child?
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| You’ll still be right?
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| You’ll speak your words, child
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| You’re still na’ve
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| You’ll tell your lies, child
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| They’ll still believe
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| All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right
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| Has all you’ve learned here been forgotten? |
| You’re the perfect light?
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| Don’t strain your head, child
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| Thinking for them
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| Don’t place the blame, child
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| Your time will come
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| All you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right
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| Your «open mind» is sealed and settled, locked and bolted tight
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| All you’ve lived is moments in a fraction of their lives
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| It’s sad you never notice when the stick is in your eye
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| You’ll throw your stones, child
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| You’ll never bleed?
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| All you’ve ever said about them, it was never right
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| And all you’ve ever thought about them, it was never right
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| The bleeding hearts and artists painted meanings in their songs
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| And all the little children lost their minds and sang along
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| All that you said wasn’t true |