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For the sun |
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For the light |
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For the ride and for the masters |
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We come to be kind |
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To be warm here and after |
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We've been out |
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But we're back |
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Because we're graced in these matters |
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And we'll rise. |
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And we did a little love |
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But we walked |
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We make a sound for the mesto |
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Make a little call to the right |
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to the ball and to the mast-top |
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And we |
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We fool around now and again |
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We're looking good |
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But just as friends. |
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And this is our heyday baby |
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And we're not gonna be afraid to shout |
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'Cause we can make our heyday last forever |
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And ain't that what it's all about |
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Oh living, in our own terrible way. |
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And we lack a little love, but a sign |
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A sign to get a little messed up |
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Picking up the rules, for the chimes |
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Making up minds and making it last us |
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'Cause we live alone, and now we're grown |
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And we know what we're after |
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And we'll rise |
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We fool around ... |
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And this is our heyday ... |