Hairlocks don't mean that I am high
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On cocaine, whiskey and flies
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I'm free just like a butterfly
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So bitter but can you not remember
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When you were half your age?
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There must have been something you tried
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I can't see too far
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My friends have gone
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This course has torn me down
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Can I go to the fountain of my youth?
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Where the rivers tend to run
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And people never move
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Where start and finish don't collide
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Where the essence of a child
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Is still learning what to do
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12 times, I hear the clock, how it chimes
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A day is gone, I can't contain myself
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We're growing up
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And choices, we make them in a minute
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But they're changing everything
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Before you know, you can't find love
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Can you start these stages?
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Smooth out these phases?
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Or is life just waiting?
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Can I go to the fountain of my youth?
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Where the rivers tend to run
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And people never move
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Where start and finish don't collide
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Where the essence of a child
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Is still learning what to do
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And the part that I remember is we all fit in
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There was hope and chance for harmony where grace would begin
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And the TV says there'll be more dead by 2010
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Cause living hate is ordinary
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Can we start these stages?
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Heal separation?
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Are we living, breaking up?
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Can I go to the fountain of my youth?
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Where the rivers tend to run
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And people never move
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Where start and finish don't collide
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Where the essence of a child
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Is still learning what to do
|
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Can I go to the fountain of my youth?
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Where the rivers tend to run
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And people never move
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Where start and finish don't collide
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Where the essence of a child
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Is still learning what to do
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Can I go?
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Can I go?
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Can I Go
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| Aslyn |
