| In the beginning it was just a glimpse
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| Far too fleeting to care about
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| But I can still remember the initial traces of your change
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| Then you became so adaptable
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| No deviation from your ways
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| Like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you
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| There’s only you and you and you. |
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| There are no more doubts in you
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| It’s a repression of your past
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| Sometimes it shows you’re insecure
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| I still can read between the lines
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| There are no more doubts in you
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| Have you forgot to dream at last
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| Sometimes it shows you’re insecure
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| You died inside
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| When I’m thinking of days gone by
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| You were so curious about the world
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| You never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand
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| Being the epitome of ignorance
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| Does it really suit your plan?
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| Where’s the contempt that you would actually show
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| Yourself |