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If I hadn't grown with you |
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And if half my life had been spent |
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When we came together |
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Would it be different |
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Are you any more like you |
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Though I know that I've asked before |
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I'm sure there're quite a few like me |
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Why should I be different |
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Is it true that there's just one for one like I've been told |
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So hard to tell truth from lies |
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With young eyes of innocence |
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The glass slipper, the prince's kiss |
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They make no difference |
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I thought I knew what I knew |
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I thought that I knew what they meant |
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So so soon too late I realize |
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A meaning so different |
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Is it true that there's just one for one like I've been told |
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The highway ends at the iron fence |
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Where the diesel trucks march by |
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The sounds of living can make no sense |
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When they make no difference |
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Wooden boxes cause a throne |
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The hollow faces beneath the stone |
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And all the blank ones on their way home |
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I see no difference |
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Is it true that there's just one for one like I've been told |