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Where am i going |
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Have i gone to far |
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Have i lost my mind |
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Where are my eyes |
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Oh have i seen to much |
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Have i lost my touch |
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Losing directions from growing infections |
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Poisoned desires of reaping life so young |
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What will i be like |
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When my head is bear |
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And my legs are weak |
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Will i be strong or barely keep alive |
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When i'm thirty-five |
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Reaching dimentions that shatter conventions |
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Leads me to fear that i'm growing old too soon |
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With every step and every breath |
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It's farther from youth and closer to death |
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And that things i've realized |
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Now beckon me to shut my eyes |
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And i will grow to the age of maybe eighty years |
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In such little time |
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With this venturous mind |
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What am i saying |
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Don't i know myself from experience |
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I'll never change |
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Nor cease to sail the sky |
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Till the day i die |
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I'll come to conclusion with fear or illusion |
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I'll live how i feel |
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Cause no matter how fast or how slow |
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Youth will go |