| 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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| A passion that breaks reason in two
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| I — I — I have to think and — I have to think and stop me now
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| If reminices 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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| I wonder 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 God less love sent us away?
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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 see at last a future self
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| Were you alive I’d ask your help
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| But thinking puts me in a daze
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| And thinking never helped me anyway
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| You always were so negative
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| You never saw the positive
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| You always stand upon the edge
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| And dream of what it must be to be dead
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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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| You’d like to float like a mystic child
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| You’d like to kiss an angel on the brow
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| You’d love to solve the mistery of live
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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 — to hold the dead past in your fist
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| Why were we — why were we given memories?
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| Let’s lose our minds
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| Be set free!
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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 wonder
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| I wonder who started all this — ooh
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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 God less love sent us away
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| To someone who later betrayed
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| God less love sent us away
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| To someone who later betrayed
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| God less love sent us away… |