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Think it's a headache?
Your mind lies to you, it's not...
What is it really?
Let't not just break it
Let's take that silly record
Annihilate it.
Half the world does things
They hear or see or are told;
They don't really know.
Complicated things
Now seem commonplace somehow
When innocence fades.
If you are honest,
You'll say the same as them all
That you never knew
The world was so big a place
With so much sadness.
Sometimes you're so deep
That no one could possibly
Understand or know.
Old
Some people call me young
But to others, I am old.
How you see me depends
On the way my impression is sold.
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