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The road is long and windy like a good mystery unfolding |
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It twists and turns in colorful subplots and sunburns and fake out endings |
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And sometimes my patience in the whole process starts bending |
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As I attempt to unravel the web by traversing and rehearsing and perversing along the doubt-laden extension chord thread of my life |
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And in this life we're free to dream whatever we want to |
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But that doesn't mean that your dreams are gonna come true |
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Instead as a way of getting us to move |
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Life dangles your dreams in front of you |
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And unable to resist the temptation, we continue |
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And it's clear to me that this life is gonna be |
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All about the dangling possibilities that keep turning in and turning out |
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Yes it's clear to me that this life is gonna be |
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All about the dangling possibilities |
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The road is long and windy |
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Full of twists and turns |
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But before you can rise from the ashes |
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You've got to burn baby burn |
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Welcome to your barbeque |
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Where we roast all the dreams |
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That never came true |
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Welcome to your barbeque |
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Pig out and dream a new |
