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They called you a dreamer, we were seventeen |
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The years went by so fast, now they call you other things |
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All of the answers that you're dreamin' of |
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They say that it's natural, but a grown man learns how to give 'em up |
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You had an apartment and a woman once |
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You paid the electric and the gas and water every month |
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She said that she loved you and she wore your clothes |
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Now she's in Dallas with a stand-up guy and a four year old |
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There's a world out there, I know there is |
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Where they play my songs on their silver harps and their violins |
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If you remember one thing, remember this |
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When the lights came up there was nothing left I could give |
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All of your cousins and your relatives |
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And confident husbands, faithful model citizens |
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You saw them at Christmas when they left and sang |
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You're so very different, why the hell can't you just feel the same? |
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There's a world out there, I know there is |
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Where they play my songs on their silver harps and their violins |
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If you remember one thing, remember this |
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When the lights came up there was nothing left I could give |
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Sometimes a vision lights up your mind |
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It's all you were given, like fragile fruit on a fragile vine |
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There's a world out there, I know there is |
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Where they play my songs on their silver harps and their violins |
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If you remember one thing, remember this |
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When the lights came up there was nothing left I could give |
