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I've closed the curtains |
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On many a dawn |
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And buried my dreams in my bed |
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Chances most would thrive upon |
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I've frowned upon instead |
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It may be just a little too late |
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For me to return to my youth |
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But I've stumbled enough |
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Along the way to stumble upon the truth |
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See what happens when you stall |
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Or when you start too late |
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Oversleep your wake up call |
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Or pick a fight with fate |
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You may find you've missed the ball |
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By waiting at the gate |
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So as long as life's too short |
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Take advantage |
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Spend your days all turned around |
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And miss what lies ahead |
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Have your heart so tightly bound |
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That not a word is said |
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If your feet stay on the ground |
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Then all alive is dead |
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So as long as life's too short |
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Take advantage |
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How many chances do you get |
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Before you're done |
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Well ask the man, the foolish man |
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Who had his hands on one |
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He'll tell you how he passed it by |
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It didn't matter then |
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But he'd give the whole entire world |
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To have that chance again |
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Sometimes what you're looking for |
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Is not wrapped up in gold |
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Miss a certain glance and you're |
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Without a hand to hold |
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Some don't find out what's in store |
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Until they're far too old |
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So as long as life's too short |
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So as long as life's too short |
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Take advantage |
