| At the end of a day
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| At the end of the day
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| A song that I sing is the same
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| A song that I sing is the same
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| Then a year has been sung
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| A year is gone and I’m older
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| Then I’ve never been so young anyway
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| Oh, I’ve never been so young anyway
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| Too many left behind
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| On this circle 'round the sun
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| But Suzanne, she bought more time
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| She won a wager with the sky
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| We are the lucky ones, this time
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| We are the lucky ones
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| Setting sun in Arizona
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| Told the story of beyond
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| That moon was rising greatness
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| Over flatlands, over us
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| Tell me 'bout what has been
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| Tell me why
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| Tell me 'bout what has been
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| Tell me why
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| Too many left behind
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| On this circle 'round the sun
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| But Suzanne she bought more time
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| She won a wager with the sky
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| We are the lucky ones, this time
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| We are the lucky ones
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| Still there are, there are heavy days about us
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| They are shards of something lost
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| But there’s white gold in the static
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| Relentless and charged with magic
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| There is danger in what we know
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| There is good, there is good
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| There is good too
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| There is good, oh, there is good
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| There is still good in you
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| There is good, oh, there is good
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| There is still good |