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I hear some news, i read the words |
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It's different every day |
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I get my thoughts from a letter that's lost |
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That someone threw away |
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It says, "don't give up, 'cause you can't give away" |
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The thought's appreciated |
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Now at the best, you've second guessed |
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And never should you have waited |
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(never changes, the things i feel inside |
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Sit by a lake and cry |
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Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm |
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Should i let loose and fly?) |
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An overpass, and some corn in a field |
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Fat birds on the line |
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Dented guard rail, immaculate bumper |
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Protecting your design |
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A broken down shack with a pond in the back |
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Laundry out to dry |
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Some of them barren, some of them whole |
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All of them have no time |
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Come along with me |
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Come along, come along with me |
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We'll go to places that we have never seen |
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And if we're together, we'll have a happy time |
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'cause i got no reservations |
