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Steven, I love you I can't grow passed you, |
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I'm homesick in spite of the place, |
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That I fostered and styled and raised this child, |
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Keeps me in pitch and in pace |
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But I miss reaching for the lasers, |
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The sound of the beat as it clicks away, |
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Classes cool behavior, |
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Spending the night out of the sky, |
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Learning to love and not ask why |
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Steven, I missed you, |
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The whole world kissed you, |
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You shot up in bloom like a fern, |
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That was spotted and black, |
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With the leaves rolled back, |
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As I same trick to easy to turn |
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Should I change my name and move to the country, |
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A life full of children and animals, |
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White fences and landed gentry |
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Baby, i want to be myself, |
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But i am somebody else |
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Nine months later i'm the lonely one, |
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With all the food of labor and half of the fun, |
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Crisp and cozy in the rising sun, |
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He's got a heart of gold, |
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And he beats like a drum, |
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And he shakes, |
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The pebbles that crack and then break, |
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The kid logic, |
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Dissolves and it all starts to give away, |
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That nothing is ever the same |
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I can't stand it, |
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I want to be myself, |
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But I am somebody else, |
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Steven, I'm watching the world get boring, |
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There's too much restraint in the mix, |
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I'd be overly flattered to feel so shattered, |
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To have something broken to fix |
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But I know the world outside is knocking, |
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The dream and the drive of the pedigree, |
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The voices interlocking, |
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Maybe I want to be myself, |
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But I am somebody else |
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Nine months later I'm the lonely one, |
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With all the food of labor and half of the fun, |
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Crisp and cozy in the rising sun, |
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He's got a heart of gold, |
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And he beats like a drum, |
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And he shakes, |
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The pebbles that crack and then break, |
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The kid logic, |
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Dissolves and it all starts to give away, |
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That nothing is ever the same |
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I can't stand it, |
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I want to be myself, |
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But I am somebody else |
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And you'll never harbor someone like me, |
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If you never leave then you'll never see, |
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I swear that i will pull you from the wreckage, |
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Of this sunday-monday routine |
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I will pull you from the wreckage, |
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Don't you leave on my own, |
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'Cause you and me, |
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We're two of a kind, |
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We're two of a kind |
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steven, i love you |
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i can't grow past you |
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i have nothing left to give to you |