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I am long on staying |
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I am slow to leave |
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Especially when it comes to you my friend |
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You have taught me to slow down |
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And to prop up my feet |
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It's the fine art of being who |
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I am And I can't figure out |
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Why you want me around |
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I'm not the smartest person |
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I have ever met |
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But somehow that doesn't matter |
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No it never really mattered to you at all |
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And at the risk of wearing out my welcome |
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At the risk of self-discovery |
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I'll take every moment |
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And every minute that you'll give me |
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And I can think of time when families all lived together |
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Four generations in one house |
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And the table was full of good food |
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And friends and neighbors |
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That's not how we like it now |
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Cause if you sit at home you're a loser |
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Couldn't you find anything better to do |
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Well no I couldn't think of one thing |
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I would rather waste my time on than sitting here with you |
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And at the risk of wearing out my welcome |
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At the risk of self-discovery |
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I'll take every moment |
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And every minute that you'll give me |
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And I wish all the people |
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I love the most |
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Could gather in one place |
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And know each other and love each other well |
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And I wish we could all go camping |
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And lay beneath the stars |
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And have nothing to do and stories to tell |
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We'd sit around the campfire |
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And we'd make each other laugh remembering when |
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You're the first one |
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I'm inviting |
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Always know that you're invited, my friend |
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And at the risk of wearing out my welcome |
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At the risk of self-discovery |
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I'll take every moment |
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And every minute that you'll give me |
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Every moment and every minute that you'll give me |
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Every moment and every minute that you'll give me |
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Every minute |
