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There were nights we made of cherries burning in the coffee cup |
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Other times it laid with coins filling till it couldn't stand up |
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O the future, of remains |
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A remainder all the time |
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And the oar became a flame of fire you held your hand to |
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And your mouth a cage you kept a choir that wandered through |
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O the future, remains |
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A remainder all the time |
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Our time's the remainder of the sum |
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Minus cost, plus where you're coming from |
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I know you will be fine |
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You'll improvise |
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It's easy, you'll show |
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I know |
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Beyond the line, it goes |
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And modifies |
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As it grows |
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To the coming course |
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We will be waiting for |
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'Cause we know what we owe |
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We don't know when, though |
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Our time's the remainder of the sum |
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Minus loss, plus what you make up |
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I know you will be fine |
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You take your time |
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It's easy, you'll show |
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I know |
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So take your time, and mine |
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Go easy |
