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"Look how much has happened in such a short time" |
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She says to him one husband, one wife |
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Two kids, carpools and Saturday rides |
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She says, "So why am I unhappy with life?" |
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You race toward something you don't know what you'll find |
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But you'll notice it when you see it, you say |
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There must be more out there waiting silently |
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You know your place but you hate it just the same |
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So leave before the harvest |
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She knows that everything seems all right |
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But surfaces can hide what's inside |
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He says, "I love you but I'm reflecting less light |
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Than when I was a child of the night" |
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You race toward something you don't know what you'll find |
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But you'll notice it when you see it, you say |
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There must be more out there waiting silently |
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You know your place but you hate it just the same |
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So leave before the harvest, say goodbye to your life |
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Complacency has wrapped you inside her sheet |
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You wish for something to come and save you |
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But no one comes, you must take care of yourself |
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We all learn that, we all learn that, we all learn that |
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You race toward something you don't know what you'll find |
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But you'll notice it when you see it, you say |
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There must be more out there waiting silently |
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You know your place but you hate it just the same |
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So leave before the harvest, say goodbye to your life |
