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I'll tell you the same thing you told me when you were on the run |
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In the eve of your morning, the high, high noon of your night in the sun |
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A broken heart is a badge of honor, wear it with pride |
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Just when you think you're a goner you find |
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Somebody there willing to take your side |
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To prop up your soul like she did in the days of old |
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I've come a long way with you |
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A long, long way with you |
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Most of our dreams come true |
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Not all |
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I don't think they're supposed to do |
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A jammed up highway no time to lose, an endless red light |
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In the houses of night where the bulldogs purr and the alley cats bite |
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In the danger zone running with your own, you said to me my friend |
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It's good to be back again and again and again and again |
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Like there ain't never ever gonna be no end |
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No end, no, nothing like that at all |
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No applause in the empty hall |
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No, no curtain call |
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And the sky above so blue |
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I've come a long way with you |
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A long, long way with you |
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Most of our dreams come true |
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Not all |
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I don't think they're supposed to do |
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Now we're left with a stick and a ball |
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Twirling leaves at the end of the fall |
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Buckets of rain and a looking glass |
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Tickets for the boardwalk and an overnight pass |
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I've come a long way with you |
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A long long way with you |
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Come a long way with you |
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A long, long way |
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Most of our dreams come true |
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Not all |
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I don't think they're supposed to do |
