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Think of all that's come to pass |
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And all the things that fall away too fast |
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Had you tried could you have made them last |
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Morning couldn't give again |
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And soon enough those things that happen then |
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Could only wait for your remembering when |
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But first think of this, what you would miss |
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Not what you become |
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The scheme has no roots, it sleeps on the roof |
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Deciding it's too drunk |
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And though there seems no way to know |
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I'd rather question when I'm old |
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Away from all the reasons now |
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I'd hope to deal with them somehow |
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Along the way these words would scream |
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But would they still remain unseen and now it's left up in the air |
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Think of all that's come to pass |
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And all the thing that fall away too fast |
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And had you tried could you have made them last |
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For morning couldn't give again |
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And soon enough those things that happen then |
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Could only wait for your remembering when |