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Won't say I love you babe |
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Won't say I need you babe |
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But, I'm gonna get you babe |
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And I will not do you wrong |
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Livin's mostly wastin' time |
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I waste my share of mine |
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But it never feels too good |
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So let's don't take too long |
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You're soft as glass |
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And I'm a gentle man |
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We got the sky to talk about |
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And the world to lie upon. |
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Days up and down they come |
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Like rain on a conga drum |
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Forget most, remember some |
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But don't turn none away |
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Everything is not enough |
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Nothin' is to much to bear |
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Where you been is good and gone |
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All you keep is the gettin' there |
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To live is to fly |
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Low and high |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes |
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It's goodbye to all my friends |
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It's time to go again |
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Think on all the poetry |
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And the pickin' down the line |
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I'll miss the system here |
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The bottom's low and the treble's clear |
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But it don't pay to think to much |
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On things you leave behind |
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I may be gone |
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But it won't be long |
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I will be a-bringin' back the melody |
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And the rhythm that I find |
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We all got holes to fill |
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Them holes are all that's real |
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Some fall on you like a storm |
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Sometimes you dig your own |
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But choice is yours to make |
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And time is yours to take |
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Some dive into the sea |
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Some toil upon the stone |
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To live is to fly |
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Low and high, |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the tears out of your eyes |
