Teach me
The things of life
The words we say to each other
I doubt myself
And nothing is going well
But stir me up
Yes, make me want
And go deeper
I doubt myself
Everything slips through my fingers
I don't have...
I don't have the infused science
None of all that
Nothing more
More than you
Call me
Yes, make me want
And go deeper
Just relax
Everything slips through my fingers
I don't have...
I don't have the infused knowledge
None of that
Nothing more
More than you
I have no experience
None of that
Just a little luck
Like you
I have not complete science
None of that
Nothing more
More than you
I have no experience
None of that
Just a little luck
Like you.

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