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Depending on your close family friends
Draw them close
As if you can't bear to send them all away and live alone
Start on your own
And you wonder why
Everything stays the same in your life
And you spend the time in thinking can the world be better from
outside...you don't think it can..and you're growing old.

Standing on the corner of the same grey street
Staring at strangers makes a change from staring at your feet
Why do you feel so strange
On your home ground
In your small town
When the dog begins to scream
You want to shake it by it's throat
And when your daughter cries you wonder if you'll make it through the
night...you don't think you can..and you're growing old.

All of these clothes you've worn they're all different kinds of
uniform...your individuality...is this who you thought you'd be...is this
what you dreamed you'd be...

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