| Some have a great look that covers the magazines
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| For kids who are seventeen
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| But I don’t know what to do
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| I’m staring into the blue sky
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| And just waiting for a sign
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| Some, they are certain
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| Of what awaits them
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| When it all ends
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| ‘Cause I don’t know what will happen to me
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| Will I be remembered in this century?
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| Or will I be forgotten?
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| Like dust in the wind?
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| Or the talk of the town that we are living in?
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| Well I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| How could I know what lies ahad of me?
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| Am I part of a grander master plan?
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| Will I b washed away like lines in the sand?
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| Some people they put their faith
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| Into someone who’s half their age
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| Reading from a torn out page
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| From a book filled with lies
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| But I don’t know what to do
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| I’m staring into the blue sky
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| And just waiting for a sign
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| Some, they are certain
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| Of what awaits them
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| When it all ends
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| But I don’t know what will happen to me
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| Will I be remembered in this century?
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| Or will I be forgotten?
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| Like dust in the wind?
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| Or the talk of the town that we are living in?
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| Well I don’t know |
| I don’t know
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| How could I know what lies ahead of me?
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| Am I part of a grander master plan?
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| Will I be washed away like (the) lines in the sand?
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| (Ooh-ah)
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| Eh, yeah, mmm, ah, yah
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| But I don’t know what will happen to me
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| Will I be a remembered in this century?
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| Or will I be forgotten?
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| Like dust in the wind?
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| Or the talk of the town that we are
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| That we are living in?
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| I don’t know what will happen to me
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| Will I be remembered in this century?
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| Or will I be forgotten?
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| Like dust in the wind?
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| Or the talk of the town that we are living in?
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| Well I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| How could I know what lies ahead of me?
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| Am I part of a grander master plan?
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| Will I be washed away (just) like lines in the sand? |