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Too seldom sanguine, |
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Always crying over closed doors |
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You should feel like you should, |
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You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful heart |
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I could never take it, but ill give you your breath back |
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Infants and whales still have the holes there, never proving to be born on time |
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You keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb and the sky just laughs as i stare at the grass, |
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The sun, the green, i want the snow years ago |
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Ill say it about routine |
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I cant wait, i cant wait |
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I want the genes |
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I want the era before me |
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I want ideas as imprints |
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I want the future, i want the future |
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I want your mistakes, what we were, what i was, what i'll be, what we'll see |
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Hunters only stop to see the scenery when they've caught up, |
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Watching what we have in common that makes us the men some love |
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Im not telling you who the rhythm is from, something to look forward to "while im young" |
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One day at a time, ill never say anything when no one is looking |
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Ill be so old, finally seeing |
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Picking right days as they come |
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Learning days said like this |
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As purses and sheaths |
