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It's such a disappointing thing to know. I grow old never knowing where you live. It's such a disappointing thing to know. I grow old never knowing what you did. Wanted to find out where you came from. And every word you said that left your head. Was everything you are afraid of. It's such a disappointing thing to know. I grow old never knowing what you did. I'll never find out what your made of. And every word you said that left my bed. Was everything you were afraid of. Find a way.