| All’s set for your story but it’s too late by the morning,
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| It’s not like you’d worry it’s not like you’d care,
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| It’s leaving me blinded, closed and single minded,
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| Now it’s harder to find it, if you’re in a hard and desperate way,
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| And I hope and I pray that you’ll make it someday, nothing left to give away,
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| And I know that but it’s hard to be tough,
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| Old enough to know the difference and young enough to care,
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| I’m leaving something behind me, 'cause it’s easier to fear what binds me,
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| Not feeling somethings just as cold as something, it’s a mark that you wear,
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| Theres a sliding glass window, that I’m leaving closed 'cause I’m laying low,
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| Now I feel like I’m slippin', so I’m better off alone,
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| And I hope and I pray that you’ll make it someday, nothing left to give away,
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| And I know that but it’s hard to be tough,
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| Old enough to know the difference and young enough to care,
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| Yeah old enough to make a difference but young enough not to care,
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| Old enough to know the difference, |