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Try to take nothing for granted |
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Like breakfast, and breathing, and short term memory |
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Sometimes it gets so cold you almost can't stand it |
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To remember is to be reminded so insensitively |
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But it's hard not being told who to be |
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The tradeoff is incredible just to feel that you're free |
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The best trapeze artists perform with no nets |
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No one ever won a jackpot on a gentleman's bet |
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Yeah, you wake up from your best dream just to find your bed wet |
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What life ever comes without a hint of regret? |
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So you can drive to Indiana |
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Visit your metal friends in Savanna |
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Or fly to England on a plane |
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And no, no one can say that you are far away |
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There are memories, warm feelings which will always remain |
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Like college radio late nights, |
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And heart to hearts, curbsides |
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The sheer beauty of which there are not words to explain |
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The ghosts in the attic sure beat TV static |
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We were up all night, quite close to insane |
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And all the time learning from each other how to keep out the rain |
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We do not demand surrender |
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It's not the reason why we came |
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All we ask is, "may we enter?" |
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And wonder, is everything okay? |
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(That was good) |
