
I Was Born Songtext
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I was born -- I hate this part
Being someone new
Being torn -- seeing someone who died
As you grew
Growing older is killing a child
Who laughed and smiled
At anything
Growing colder and less and less wild
And learning to say
Scary either way
One more rung down that black ladder
Every day
One more floor
Down the elevator
To oblivion -- what fun
But the singularly awful one
Is being born
I was young -- then not so young
Being someone new
Being torn -- seeing someone who died
As you grew
Growing older is killing a child
Who laughed and smiled
At anything
Growing colder and less and less wild
And learning to say
Scary either way
One more rung down that black ladder
Every day
One more floor
Down the elevator
To oblivion -- what fun
But the singularly awful one
Is being born
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