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It's 4-o'clock in the morning |
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And I am staring at the ceiling plaster |
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A movie screen of all my days |
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That came and left with grace |
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It's Halloween and the smell of burning |
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Pumpkin takes me back through all the |
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People I have dressed up as |
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To tell myself I have a pretty soul |
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And it is so wonderful |
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It is so wonderful |
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Beautiful |
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And I give thanks to my youthful days |
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Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face |
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I pray I'll find as innocent a place |
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When I am 88 |
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And I give thanks to my present day |
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It just got here so please don't go away |
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I finally see it's what I choose to make |
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I choose to make it into gold |
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And it is so wonderful |
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Beautiful |
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I give thanks to my youthful days |
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Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face |
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I pray I'll find as innocent a place |
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When I am 88 |
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And I give thanks to my present day |
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It just got here so please don't go away |
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I finally see it's what I choose to make |
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And I choose to make it into gold |