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The coming mornings, without warning will claim the lives we know |
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All together, for worse or better the drops will fill the boat |
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The home abandoned, the neighbor's cannon peeking through the door |
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The New York market, a poor man's pocket it never needed more |
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You're one less call to make |
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One less fall to break |
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Hold your head on straight |
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Hold your head on straight |
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The perfect pattern of love and laughter is no reason to stay |
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I will hold you 'til we know to go our separate ways |
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You're one less call to make |
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One less fall to break |
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Hold your head on straight |
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Hold your head on straight |
