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Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something's wrong |
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This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home |
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It's easier to talk after hours when you're not so dry |
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Then you can see more clearly what's important's alright |
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And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones |
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More precious things they have been broken other than our bones |
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Our only obstacle is time |
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And time's a friend of mine...sometimes |
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We've all suffered this way so I know how to find you |
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These sad seconds are already behind you, don't wish more away |
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Oh take what you can from the days that seem fruitless |
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People are like trees - they should never be rootless...mostly anyway |
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And I believe that it's just paper, scissors, stone |
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We're out there every day making choices all alone |
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The only faith we have is weak at best |
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And we're all so sure we're not just like the rest |
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And like they say it's all just sex and drugs and rock and roll! |
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The only difference is that we don't have to do them all |
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But while we're here there's always time... |