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A pretty penny buys you lots of things |
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A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings |
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Good ideas, dozen for a dime |
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And quarter notes are all lined up in time |
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We're sitting somewhere frightened |
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Right between that and excited |
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Angels are rearranging |
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I never thought that we would fall apart |
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But the weather came and withered up your heart |
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We're sitting somewhere frightened |
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Right between that and excited |
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Angels are rearranging |
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I never ever thought that we would fall apart |
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And though we tried |
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All the good times passed us by |
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And left us standing in the middle |
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Of a place we've never been |
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And if we die |
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Angels falling from the sky, singing |
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Don't be scared of change |
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'Cause it may be time to rearrange |