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Well there's no use hanging onto anything |
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That you can't take with you when you're gone |
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The wind at your heels |
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The shadows so sweet of sentimental longing for the past |
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All these things uncaptured, gone, or might have been |
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In the slow, dull dying of the day |
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I ponder on these things I've done |
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A heart I could have chosen not to break |
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But oh, I ran, I ran so easily |
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Casting no shadow in my wake |
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In chase, so manly, then I soon get bored |
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And honey, I'm such a flake |
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So the road won't rise to meet me as I go |
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And this feckless heart knows no reward |
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For all my lies, I apologize |
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It was me, it wasn't you |
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And now I know. |
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But oh, I ran, I ran so easily |
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Casting no shadow in my wake |
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In chase, so manly, then I soon get bored |
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And honey, I'm such a flake |
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Still, it does no good for one to think of things |
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That you can't do anything about |
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But in solitary hours, I think of you now |
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It was me, it wasn't you |
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And now I know. |
