| Too many ways, too many sides
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| Too many words, too many dreams
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| Too many lows, too many highs
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| Too many things we wanna know
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| Why do we sing, why do we dance
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| Why do we stay, why do we go on
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| Why do we cry, why do we smile
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| So many things we wanna know
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| He became a father of many children
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| And to others he gave his love away
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| And took them in a world in a trouble
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| He became single day by day
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| When do we know, when do we see
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| When things are right
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| When things are wrong
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| That’s why we sing to find ourselves
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| So many things we wanna know
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| She became a mother of many children
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| And to others she gave her love away
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| And took them in a world in a trouble
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| She became single day by day
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| She became a mother of many children
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| And to others she gave her love away
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| And took them in a world in a trouble
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| She became single day by day
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| She became a mother of many children
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| And to others she gave her love away
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| And took them in a world in a trouble
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| She became single day by day |