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I was made this way, |
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In a seven hour storm |
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It blew and then was gone and I was born. |
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On a gust of wind, |
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My first steps all were stumbles |
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And they haven't really changed at all since then. |
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Nothing new today. |
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I slip back to a time |
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Of easy memories but they aren't mine. |
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I'm surrounded now, |
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Reminded of a letter |
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That I'd written to myself when I was ten. |
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Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines |
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With these words that lie and stare at me tonight? |
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Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines |
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With these words that lie and stare at me tonight? |
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Seems I'm lost again, |
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I've curved my share of corners |
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And I'm back to where this winding trail began. |
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So I'll push ahead |
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And chase that flickering lantern |
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That circles 'round my island now and then. |
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Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines |
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With these words that lie and stare at me tonight? |
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Whose hand held the pen that scratched the lines |
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With these words that lie and stare at me tonight? |
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I was made this way, |
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In a seven hour storm |
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It blew and then was gone and I was born. |
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On a gust of wind, |
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My first steps all were stumbles |
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And they haven't really changed at all since then. |
