| In the corner of a box marked lost and found
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| I find myself again
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| Lining the bottom of a wishing well
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| With other dreams that might have been
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| Flattened by the pressure of what’s coming down
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| I’m relying on faith second hand
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| I used to be an average man
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| With bigger than average plans
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| Somehow I got lost along the way
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| And now I’m here
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| Don’t you know that you could be the one
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| To set me free
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| I’ve waited all my life to be someone
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| Somebody could see
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| You can find me still in the corner of a box
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| Marked lost and found at the bottom of
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| A wishing well
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| Burdened by the weight of a wrecking ball
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| I’m defining my own sense of worth
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| I want to bathe my soul in the light
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| As religion finds me immersed
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| Destitution knows me by name
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| While the trick is to sit where you stand
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| I used to be an average man
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| With bigger than average plans
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| Somehow I got lost along the way
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| And now I’m here
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| Don’t you know that you could be the one
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| To set me free
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| I’ve waited all my life to be someone
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| Somebody could see
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| You can find me still in the corner of a box
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| Marked lost and found at the bottom of
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| A wishing well
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| I’m caught shuddering by myself
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| Each wish in the shape of a coin
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| Legal tender for wishes thrown
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| As the water reflects the unknown
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| The tide rips through the surface of time
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| But I can’t think of when it began
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| I used to be an average man
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| With bigger than average plans
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| Somehow I got lost along the way
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| And now I’m here
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| Don’t you know that you could be the one
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| To set me free
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| I’ve waited all my life to be someone
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| Somebody could see
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| You can find me still in the corner of a box
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| Marked lost and found at the bottom of
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| A wishing well |