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Won't say I love you babe |
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Won't say I need you babe |
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But I'm going to get you babe |
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and I will not do you wrong |
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Living's mostly wasting time |
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and I waste my share of mine |
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but it never feels too good |
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so let's not take too long |
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You're as soft as glass and I'm a gentle man |
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we got the sky to talk about |
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and the world to lie upon |
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Days up and down they come |
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like rain on a conga drum |
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forget most, remember some |
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but don't turn none away |
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Everything is not enough |
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nothing is too much to bear |
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where you been is good and gone |
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all you keep's the getting there |
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To live is to fly low and high |
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so shake the dust off of your wings |
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and the sleep out of your eyes |
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It's goodbye to all my friends |
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It's time to go again |
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Think of all the poetry |
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and the pickin' down the line |
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I'll miss the system here |
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the bottom's low and the treble's clear |
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but it don't pay to think too much |
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on the things you leave behind |
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I may be gone but I won't be long |
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I'll be bringing back the melody |
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and the rhythm that I find |
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We all got holes to fill |
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and them holes are all that's real |
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some fall on you like a storm |
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sometimes you dig your own |
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But choice is yours to make |
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time is yours to take |
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some dive into the sea |
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some toil upon the stone |
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To live is to fly low and high |
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so shake the dust off of your wings |
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the sleep out of your eyes |
