Reading the paper saw a review
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Said I was a visionary, but nobody knew
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Now that's been a problem feeling unseen
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Just like I'm living somebody's dream
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What am I doing anyway
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Telling myself it's not too late
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I'm not a young man but I'm a child in my soul
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I feel there's room for a man who is whole
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And there's a need for songs that are sung
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For chances not taken for deeds not yet done
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What am I doing anyway
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Telling myself it's not too late
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My children look away they don't know what to say
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My children look away they don't know what to say
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So that's been a problem feeling unheard
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So called visions always deferred
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It must be the reason I developed this need
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You know you should never believe what you read
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What am I doing anyway
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Telling myself it's not too late
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My children look away they don't know what to say
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My children look away they don't know what to say
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Not Too Late
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| Lindsey Buckingham |
