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as a child i recall i had once believed |
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i would die before i reached seventeen |
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seventeen i remember i faced the truth |
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when i understood your prophecy was confused |
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when all is done there is little that can guide everyone along |
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the faltered line you mumbled on the day you left us behind |
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nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here |
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you promised me |
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nothing is clear though you promised me |
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you promised me that you'd be here |
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nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here |
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you promised me |
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though nothing was clear |
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as a child hope is what keeps us young |
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like a fuel it will burn until you are strong |
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if you're weak you'll never see past the day |
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like a cynic you will probably feel betrayed |
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if one thing's clear there is certainly little of value here |
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and when we die inevitably we're leaving all this behind |
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nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here |
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you promised me |
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nothing is clear though you promised me |
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you promised me that you'd be here |
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nothing is clear though you promised me you'd be here |
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you promised me |
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though nothing was clear |
