| From the first cry of a babe
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| 'Til the age of 25
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| I searched my soul to find myself
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| But I’m still unrecognized
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| One-way streets, walls of concrete
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| Two restless feet’s all I’ve got
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| Oh Lord, I’m so afraid
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| With third of my life shot
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| And I get out of breath
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| Watching the world spin so fast
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| My future becomes my past
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| My mind gets hung so bad
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| That I get out of breath
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| It’s alright for the successful
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| To tell you «Take your time
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| Have patience, understanding»
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| While the suicide rates climb
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| I work all day to try and pay back
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| Debts that won’t go down
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| I can’t say that I’m lost
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| No, I just ain’t been found
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| And I get out of breath
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| Watching the world spin so fast
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| My future becomes my past
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| My mind gets hung so bad
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| That I get out of breath
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| People spend more time
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| Asking forgiveness than being good
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| Everyone’s out stealing
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| Or home plannin' how they could
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| Double standards make good Band-Aids
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| That strip us of our pride
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| Our morals have decayed, yeah
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| And this I cannot bide
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| And I get out of breath
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| Watching the world spin so fast
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| My future becomes my past
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| My life gets hung so bad
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| That I get out of breath |