| People all around me
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| Trying to change their lives
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| And do the things they’d like to do
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| Trying to make it different
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| So as not to be the same
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| As me and you
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| Young folks and old alike
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| Searching for the center
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| Of their circling life
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| Some trying to make me different
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| Like the day time difference
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| With the lack of light
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| But I take cream in my coffee
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| Sugar, sometimes honey
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| In my tea
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| But that’s not all of me
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| I smile when I’m happy
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| And the tears that come with pain
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| Just flow instinctively
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| So am I different
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| When I try and do things differently?
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| People standing on my head
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| Trying to feel as tall
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| As they would like to be
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| But failing ever constant
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| To begin to see
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| The human side of me
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| And what gives me the right
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| To demand you lived your life
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| The way I’d like to see
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| The only different thing about us
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| Is that different people
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| Do things differently
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| As for me, I take cream in my coffee
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| Sugar, sometimes honey
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| In my tea
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| But that’s not all of me
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| Oh, I smile when I’m happy
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| And the tears that come with pain
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| Just flow instinctively
|
| So am I different
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| When I try and do things differently?
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| I take cream in my coffee
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| Sugar, sometimes honey
|
| In my tea
|
| But that’s not all
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| Oh, I just smile when I’m happy
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| And the tears that come with pain
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| Just flow instinctively
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| So am I different
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| When I try and do things differently? |