Somethin' filled up
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My heart with nothin'
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Someone told me not to cry
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Now that I'm older
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My heart, colder
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I can see that it's a lie
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Children wake up
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Hold your mistake up
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Before they turn your summer into dust
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Children don't grow up
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Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
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We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust
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I guess we'll just have to adjust
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am goin' to be
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When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am goin’
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am goin’
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Yea, you'd better look out below
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Wake Up
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| Macy Gray |
