If I think about young childhood days and how things used to be,
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I always think about the summer they're my favourite memories,
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I was always dreaming about something, about how my life could be,
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Full of music, girls and clothes I dreamed about beauty,
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and it was good but there was always disturbance in my mind,
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pretty soon it was obvious that I was lost inside,
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I was so lost, I was lost inside
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I was so lost, I was lost inside,
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but I tried to hide it from the world and all of my family,
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I could not exist in the world, like there was something wrong with me.
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(but now you've grown and you understand how things are meant to be
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and it's time you stopped the dream and faced up to reality)
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I AM so lost, I'm lost inside
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I am so lost, I'm lost inside,
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I don't admit this to the world what would they think of me?
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Cos when I show them that I'm soft they take the piss out of me,
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I am so lost
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Lost
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| Dexys |
