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Sometimes I wonder who am I |
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the world seeming to pass me by |
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A younger man now getting old |
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I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold |
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I hold a mirror to my face |
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there are some lines that I could trace |
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To memories of loving you |
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the passion that breaks reason in two |
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I have to think and stop me now |
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if reminisces make you frown |
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One thinks of what one hoped to be |
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and then faces reality |
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Sometimes I wonder who am I |
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who made the trees, who made the sky |
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Who made the storms, who made heartbreak |
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I wonder how much life I can take |
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I know I like to dream a lot |
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and think of other worlds that are not |
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I hate that I need air to breathe |
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I'd like to leave this body and be free |
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I'd like to float like a mystic child |
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I'd like to kiss an angel on the brow |
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I'd love to solve the mysteries of life |
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by cutting someone's throat or removing their heart |
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You'd like to see it beat |
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you'd like to hold your eyes |
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And though you know I'm dead |
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you'd like to hold my thighs |
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If it's wrong to think on this |
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to hold the dead past in your fist |
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Why were we given memories |
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let us lose our minds and be set free |
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Some-, sometimes I, I wonder who am I |
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the world seeming to pass me by |
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A younger man now getting old |
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I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold |
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I wonder |
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I wonder - |
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- Ooohhh, who started all this |
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was God in love and gave a kiss |
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To someone who later betrayed |
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and Godless love sent us away |
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To someone who later betrayed |
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and Godless love sent us away |