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Darling, nothing ever goes exactly how you planned it |
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I guess I've been here long enough to see |
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That time can be your dearest friend |
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Or time can be a bandit |
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When tomorrow changes into history |
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And oh my my, honey everybody dies |
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But you got, you got to see |
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That you can live your life walking in a straight line |
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But it's more than just A to B |
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Maybe it'll find you lying peaceful under blankets |
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Or bleeding at the bottom of the stairs |
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Oh but it's not when or how you go |
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It's life and what you make it |
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It's the traveling, not the road that gets you there |
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Oh my my, honey everybody dies |
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But you got, you got to see |
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That you can live your life walking in a straight line |
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But it's more than just A to B |
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So when those funeral drums are rumbling |
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Like some slow and steady thunder |
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I'll say my last goodbyes and walk away |
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I'll step into the river |
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Let the current pull me under |
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And just fall into that infinite embrace |
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And oh my my, honey everybody dies |
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But you got, you got to see |
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That you can live your life walking in a straight line |
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But it's more than just A to B |
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Oh my my, honey everybody dies |
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But you got, you got to see |
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That you can live your life walking in a straight line |
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But it's more than just A to B |
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Yeah, it's more than just A to B |
