Sometimes I wonder who am I
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the world seeming to pass me by
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A younger man now getting old
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I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold
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I hold a mirror to my face
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there are some lines that I could trace
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To memories of loving you
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the passion that breaks reason in two
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I have to think and stop me now
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if reminisces make you frown
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One thinks of what one hoped to be
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and then faces reality
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Sometimes I wonder who am I
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who made the trees, who made the sky
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Who made the storms, who made heartbreak
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I wonder how much life I can take
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I know I like to dream a lot
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and think of other worlds that are not
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I hate that I need air to breathe
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I'd like to leave this body and be free
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I'd like to float like a mystic child
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I'd like to kiss an angel on the brow
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I'd love to solve the mysteries of life
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by cutting someone's throat or removing their heart
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You'd like to see it beat
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you'd like to hold your eyes
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And though you know I'm dead
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you'd like to hold my thighs
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If it's wrong to think on this
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to hold the dead past in your fist
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Why were we given memories
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let us lose our minds and be set free
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Some-, sometimes I, I wonder who am I
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the world seeming to pass me by
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A younger man now getting old
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I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold
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I wonder
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I wonder -
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- Ooohhh, who started all this
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was God in love and gave a kiss
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To someone who later betrayed
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and Godless love sent us away
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To someone who later betrayed
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and Godless love sent us away
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Who Am I? (Tripitena's Song)
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| Lou Reed |
