I can remember the feeling of being small Praying to a God I don't believe in to grow tall
Can you remember the evenings of your youth? Losing track of time, losing count of hours
Losing your balance, and then losing a tooth
* Where does it go? So fast and so slow? And so, you notice you got old
Where does it go? Like how spring melts the snow? One day, you're living on your own
I can remember believing That my parents were gods
And yes, there's comfort in people But fear in a faith that's lost
Oh, what a wonderful feeling To own and operate your life
Oh, what a terrible burden All my decisions are mine
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