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There are no second acts they say |
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in our America today |
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And every day I watch the tides |
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the dock light glowing through the night |
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The land is dark and quiet |
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I don't turn the pages |
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Somewhere I lost that fire |
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The story never changes |
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What does our closest future hold? |
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Day at a time I suppose |
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And all these books just fill the walls |
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no friends to clutter up these halls |
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The house is dead and lonely |
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I don't turn the pages |
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You were the one and only |
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The story never changes |
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There are no second acts they say |
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in our America today |
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What does our closest future hold? |
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Day at a time I suppose |
