| I'm just the boy inside the man
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| Not exactly who you think I am
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| Trying to trace my steps back here again
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| So many times
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| I'm just a speck inside Your hand
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| You came and made me who I am
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| I remember where it all began
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| So clearly
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| I feel a million miles away
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| Still You connect me in Your way
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| And You create in me
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| Something I would've never seen
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| When I can only see the floor
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| You made my window a door
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| So when they say they don't believe
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| I hope that they see You in me
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| After all the lights go down
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| I'm just the words You are the sound
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| A strange type of chemistry
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| How You've become a part of me
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| And when I sit alone at night
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| Your thoughts burn through me like a fire
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| You're the only one who knows
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| Who I really am
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| We all wanna be somebody
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| We just need a taste of who we are
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| We all wanna be somebody
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| We're willing to go but not that far
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| And we all see through just like glass
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| And we can shatter just as fast
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| And lights been burned out for a while
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| I still see it everytime I pass
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| It was lost in the corners of my mind
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| Behind a box of reasons why
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| I never doubted it was there
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| Just took a little time to find
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| And even when...
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| I feel a million miles away
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| Still You connect me in Your way
|
| And You create in me
|
| Something I would've never seen
|
| When I can only see the floor
|
| You made my window a door
|
| So when they say they don't believe
|
| I hope that they see You in me
|
| After all the lights go down
|
| I'm just the words You are the sound
|
| A strange type of chemistry
|
| How You've become a part of me
|
| And when I sit alone at night
|
| Your thoughts burn through me like a fire
|
| You're the only one who knows
|
| Who I really am
|
| We all wanna be somebody
|
| We just need a taste of who we are
|
| We all wanna be somebody
|
| We're willing to go but not that far
|
| I'm just the boy inside the man
|
| Not exactly who you think I am
|
| Trying to trace my steps back here again
|
| So many times
|
| When I can only see the floor
|
| You made my window a door
|
| So when they say they don't believe
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| I hope that they see You in me |