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Should i have believed i was still a boy |
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Naive and sane, protected wholly |
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Tongue-tied and restless |
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Breathing of futures |
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Know me; i am not a child |
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'though you have age |
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You have not felt the pain... |
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Should i have remained obedient and docile |
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So far restrained |
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The hands that hold me back |
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Could break my bones |
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As each one snaps |
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I hate my home |
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Far on my way |
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I should know, i was born here |
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Know me |
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Am i just some fool? am i far from ready? |
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Just let me fall and i'll believe you. |
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Chained up and pampered i strain until i crack |
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Know me before you kill what i want to be |
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And leave me cold |
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Bled white |
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And feeling old |
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Far on my way |
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I should know, i was born here |
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Know me--know all i am |
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Far on my way |
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I was cold then i exploded |
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Know me... |
