LYRIC
Maybe what you've seen isn't part of me at all
It must belong to someone, but not to me
Maybe I was too quick – too quick to turn my head
But I had to go – just to get around
Other way around
The world it wants you weak
Another way around
I was so young – I didn't know what it meant
To be hurt and then to hurt
I was so young – and it's getting harder still
Just to get around – the other way around
Maybe tomorrow – hope won't come stillborn today
And maybe tomorrow – sounds won't fill in for words to say
And we'll get around
We'll get around
The other way around
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