You never really knew
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the things you learned would matter;
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the things you did and didn't do would someday define you;
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the things you hate the most :
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the lessons on piano,
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the books you read in Sunday school--
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I swear I'd trade in anything to be young again.
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And all these things
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were lessons in living
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It seems like we're all fighting to be more than who we are.
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Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far.
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a¢æ?cause give and take don't matter either way.
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Luck of the draw, the lottery;
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Roshambo for poverty.
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Destination: anywhere but here.
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Here I go again,
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feeling sorry for myself.
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Am I getting old at heart--
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too old to pretend
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that everything's alright?
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Have I had a choice?
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Walking past a threshold
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into a change
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and your life's never the same again.
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And all these things
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were lessons in living.
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It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are.
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Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far.
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'cause give and take don't matter either way.
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Luck of the draw, the lottery;
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Roshambo for poverty.
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Destination: anywhere but here.
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My mind's open.
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I scream for better things.
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It seems like were all fighting to be more than who we are.
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Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far.
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'cause give and take don't matter either way.
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Luck of the draw, the lottery;
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Roshambo for poverty.
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Destination: anywhere but here.
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Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors)
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Bayside |