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The first part of every day for me is good |
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I've got the bus stop in my neighborhood |
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And everything's on purpose everywhere they go |
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Hiding in my car and running in the snow |
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Running with the friends they'll know for years |
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I've seen it all from here, from here |
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It happens every day, before they go to school |
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They play until the bus drives up beside my lawn |
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And there's always been a mother who waits 'til they are gone |
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Then she turns away |
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It happens every day |
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Noon comes and turns this campus upside down |
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I watch the students in this college town |
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You would think they're carefree, I have seen their trials |
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Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles |
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Even underlining Nabokov |
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When I am not in love, in love |
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It happens every day with their journals in cafes |
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Looking up at their reflection on the other wall |
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With every new idea wondering if they've changed at all |
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And then they look away |
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It happens every day |
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Well life is as hard and as easy as they say |
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Walking the steps we've chosen on this day |
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Some will be outrageous, some have rarely shown |
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Some will walk in couples, some will walk alone |
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As I think about the world I see |
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They stare and smile at me, at me |
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It happens every day at the crossing of the street |
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Walking out to see what's new and what is just the same |
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And the only word for love is everybody's name |
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And that will always stay |
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It happens every day |
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And every day will happen without you |
