| I am not the father of 2.3,
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| And I am still burning to be free,
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| No more time too long to drive my way,
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| To the numbered hours at the end of the day.
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| What’s become of you?
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| What become of me?
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| It’s all, we never belonged to not be in love,
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| What’s become of you?
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| What’s become of me?
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| Our faces said, it’s so hard,
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| Stop turning to stone.
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| One by, one by one,
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| Each like the other.
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| I did not dream of drifting away,
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| In a boat that was made without heart and mind,
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| And I do not mean, did he show the tie,
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| To leave me astray in the land where dreams die.
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| Working me out,
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| Working me in,
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| It’s been this way for as long as we can recall,
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| Working me in,
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| Working me out,
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| Got other days when we wonder what we come here for.
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| One by, one by one,
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| We come
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| One by, one by one,
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| We go, each like the other one.
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| We come, each like the other one,
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| We come, each like the other one,
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| Each like the other one.
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| Each like the other one,
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| One by, one by one,
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| We come,
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| One by, one by,
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| We go each like the other one,
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| One by, one by one,
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| We go,
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| One by, one by one,
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| We go each like the other one,
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| One by, one by one,
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| We have gone,
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| One by, one by one,
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| We go eac like the other one. |