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Why my skin, |
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My skin is bent and so different, |
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I don't even recognize, |
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Myself anymore; |
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Who's this shadow mocking me, |
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How's he know so vividly, |
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Where's my face |
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I want to know, |
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Destroyed my taste exposed my soul; |
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My days seem to be numbered in vain, |
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My ways seem to allow, |
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Re-attain the point of view |
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It's not just me it's me and you; |
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It's natural, |
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The fear of growing older, |
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It's natural, |
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The mirror's getting meaner, |
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Until you realize, |
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You're meaningful, |
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And that'll last forever; |
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I can see, |
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I can see beyond me, |
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The problems that |
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I have, Are only a blessing; |
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As the days seem to unwind, |
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Leave a proud calendar behind, |
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There's a place |
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I want to go, |
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It's not a race it's even flow; |
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I know, there's no way to break these chains, |
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More so, I embrace the change, |
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Entertain that state of mind |
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Than you don't ever have to stop time; |
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As the days seem to go passing by, |
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Remember that you can't rewind, |
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But what you can do |
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Is not when but who it's me and you |
