| We lean towards the earlier hours
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| Hours of simplicity
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| We shun away from all which devours
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| Devours precious memories
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| For all I know, our past must show
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| All our worries once were temporary
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| The need for expression, with all else secondary
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| Our knowledge equals guess
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| When we’re content with less
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| All our worries forever temporary
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| I know this one will slim down my chances
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| And so I’ll have it be
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| I’ll step in front of the chariots of progress
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| And let the weight revive me
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| For all I know, our past must show
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| All our worries once were temporary
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| The need for expression, with all else secondary
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| Our knowledge equals guess
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| When we’re content with less
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| All our worries forever temporary
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| All our worries once were temporary
|
| The need for expression, with all else secondary
|
| Our knowledge equals guess
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| When we’re content with less
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| All our worries once were temporary
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| The need for expression, makes all else secondary
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| All knowledge equals guess
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| We were content with less |