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Just a little story of the times |
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A hobo goin' looking for his life |
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And knowing almost every night |
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He'll never find one |
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'Cause he's making the same old mistake |
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And looking while he's not awake |
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Searching the lines with the mind |
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That's he's out of |
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And see the groom that just got told |
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That he's been left out in the cold |
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'Cause she said she had seeds to sow |
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Said she needs some time to grow |
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Goin' |
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Soul-searching |
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Cause it's our time |
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And we'll use it any way we want to |
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Why should we wait |
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For things we want in life |
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When we can just go out and find them |
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And stop dreaming our lives away |
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Just a little story of the times |
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People on a mission or a climb |
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Looking around and taking in what is out there |
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It might come to them in a wave or a splash |
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But just a little something makes them act |
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So they stop, to realise what they've been missing |
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See the man as he dies in bed |
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Starts to thinking he's never lived |
