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I've always been young at heart
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Right from the very start
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Dreaming of where wild things are
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And hitching my wagon to stars

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I'm pinching my hands 'til I'm sure that I'm still alive
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Watching the sand slip through my fingers, I've been
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Abandoning safe bets for fleeting highs
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Hoping the ocean won't take what's materialized too soon

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I've always been an old soul
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Empty has always been full
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Lost is my own kind of found
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And silence, my favorite sound