With a young man, with his heart on his sleeve
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Had the body of a man, and a trust of a child
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He never meant to hurt anybody
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But he broke some hearts along the way
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Ooh, it's all over
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Ooh, it's all done
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Ooh, it's all over
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Or, has it just begun?
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All that he spoke came right from his heart
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Though some had been hurt by the things he had said
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Go walking in the long grass to find his peace
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Sometimes it'd grow so tall he'd lose his way
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Ooh, now it's all over
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Ooh, it's all done
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Ooh, it's all over
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Or, has it just begun?
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Ooh, it's all over
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Ooh, it's all done
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Ooh, it's all over
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Or, has it just begun?
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It's Over
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| Phil Collins |
