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You don't want to live by too many morals |
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Despite what your elders whispered in the cradle |
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Don't want to write the end before the start |
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And you don't want to dwell on what is beyond you |
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Despite what your better virtues may tell you |
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Don't want to put the horse before the you know what, you know what |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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It's best not to live by too many morals |
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Enjoy the first sip before you finish the bottle |
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Don't want to lie in that bed before you made it |
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And don't second-guess something once you believe it |
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The world keeps on turning; you can take it or leave |
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Don't want to put the course before the heart |
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Cause you don't want to write that finishing line |
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Before you recall that arc in your mind |
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Careful to not be so careful before you step outside |
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You don't want to paint that finishing touch |
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Until you recall what you're dreaming of |
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Don't want to preach yourself out, out of too much life, out of too much life |
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Cause it's best not to dwell on some other man's fortunes |
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Another man's cravings, another girl's portions |
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Don't want to bet that sum before the parts |
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And it's best not to fancy too many favors |
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The more you are now, the less you are later |
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Don't want to put the horse before the cart |
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You don't want to whine before you're ducked under |
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Best to jump now and think on it after |
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It's best to be stupid and selfish while you're still young |
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Cause you don't want to be so overly cautious |
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So fucking worried you're lost in the process |
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Best to forget yourself now, right at the start |
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Cause you don't want to write that finishing line |
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Before you recall that arc in your mind |
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Careful to not be so careful when you step outside |
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You don't want to paint that finishing touch |
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Before you recall what you're dreaming of |
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Don't want to preach yourself out, out of too much life |
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Life |
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You don't want to preach yourself out |
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Of life |
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You don't want to preach yourself out |
