When you rush around in hopeless circles,
searching everywhere for something true,
youre at the age of not believing,
when all the make-believe is through.
When youve set aside your childhood heroes
and your dreams are lost upon a shelf,
youre at the age of not believing
and, worst of all, you doubt yourself.
Youre a castaway where no one hears you
on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?
You must face the age of not believing,
doubting everything you ever knew,
until at last you start believing
theres something wonderful in you.
Youre at the age of not believing
and, worst of all, you doubt yourself.
Youre a castaway where no one hears you
on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?
You must face the age of not believing,
doubting everything you ever knew,
until at last you start believing
theres something wonderful in you.
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