| Little lost child in a room full of strangers
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| Home is behind you and dead anyway
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| Night dreams have led you across North America
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| Looking for fiddlers you don’t have to pay
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| Known in your home town for freedom and style
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| Envied by those who bow down to the mill
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| You wonder now, how you ever could smile
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| You wonder now, if they envy you still
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| But don’t you worry, little lost child
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| You did what you had to do
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| Don’t you worry
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| You’re gonna be fine child
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| You’re gonna come through
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| I know that you’re gonna come through
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| Little lost child on a street full of dangers
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| Filling your eyes with the tears of lost dreams
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| Downing your colours in hopes of a new hope
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| You feel yourself coming apart at the seams
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| Now don’t you look back while you’re feeling the pain
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| What you knew then was the peace of the dead
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| Little lost child, you can’t go home again
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| Gone is the shadow who slept in your bed
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| But don’t you worry, little lost child
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| You did what you had to do
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| Don’t you worry
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| You’re gonna be fine child
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| Gonna come through
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| I know that you’re gonna come through
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| Ah don’t you worry, little lost child
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| You did what you had to do
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| Don’t you worry
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| You’re gonna be fine child
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| Gonna come through
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| I know that you’re gonna come through |