everywhere i go

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i know i was a baby once, i know i was a child;

i also know that now i have not been one for awhile.

i know i had a mother once for whom i'd always cry

but even then i don't believe i ever knew quite why

i climbed up on my cradle and i feared that i would die;

but i landed on my feet and then i made it out alive.

i used to climb and run and dive and roll and cry and hide,

and even now that i have grown, the world still feels too wide

i used to want to run away somewhere i'd never gone

but i guess i didn't know i'd have to bring myself along