| Where have I been all of these years?
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| I woke up to screams living in the mirror
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| Where have I been all of these years?
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| Is red, white, and blue still blood, sweat, and tears?
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| Where have I been all of these years?
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| I should’ve died when I disappeared
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| Where have I been all of these years?
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| I realize that clear eyes can’t shed a tear
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| God help us all in our search for truth
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| Nothing makes you old like holding onto youth
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| What keeps me young and long in the tooth
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| Is a lotta blood, a lotta sweat, and little bit of the blues
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| Where have I been all of these years?
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| In the Lost and Found, running from the fear
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| Where have I been all of these years?
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| I realize I come around when my eyes are clear
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| God help us all in our search for truth
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| Nothing makes you old like holding onto youth
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| What keeps me young and long in the tooth
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| Is a lotta blood, a lotta sweat, and little bit of the blues
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| God help us all in our search for truth
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| Nothing makes you old like holding onto youth
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| What keeps me young and long in the tooth
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| Is a lotta blood, a lotta sweat, and little bit of the blues |