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In the beginning it was just a glimpse |
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Far too fleeting to care about |
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But I can still remember the initial traces of your change |
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Then you became so adaptable |
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No deviation from your ways |
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Like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you |
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There's only you and you and you . . . |
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There are no more doubts in you |
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It's a repression of your past |
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Sometimes it shows you're insecure |
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I still can read between the lines |
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There are no more doubts in you |
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Have you forgot to dream at last |
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Sometimes it shows you're insecure |
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You died inside |
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When I'm thinking of days gone by |
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You were so curious about the world |
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You never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand |
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Being the epitome of ignorance |
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Does it really suit your plan? |
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Where's the contempt that you would actually show yourself |