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{Words & Music: |
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Hazel O'Connor} |
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So you're born, so you're torn |
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From a place that's safe and warm |
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I took a journey to see a world |
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And you're born |
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And you're torn |
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So you're pulled from pillar to post |
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And you're told it's best to be the one who knows the most |
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Yet the more |
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I know, I know nothing |
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Nothing at all |
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Yeh, you're born |
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I met a man, who sung a song |
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And the know-it-intellects said each note was wrong |
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It made me happy, that's enough |
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So why did they give that man a rough time |
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Born Torn |
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I have no memory for what |
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I do It's just a feeling, that |
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I give to you |
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Yeh, the more |
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I know, I know nothing |
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Nothing at all |
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Yeh, and you're born |
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I met a man who sailed to sea |
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Told me everything in this world is free |
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He said faith, mark you, is all you need |
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To believe is also to bleed |
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You're born |
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Yeh and you're torn |
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So you're born |
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And you're born, and you're torn |
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And you're born, and you're torn |
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So you're born, so you're torn |
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From a place that's safe and warm |
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Took a journey to see a world |
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So you're born |
