| In the candle, lights burn away
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| Leaving nothing, except the day
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| Just to blow your mind away
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| Coming thus, this daily change
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| You sit and pose the very strange
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| He sits and hums 'Home on the Range"
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| And just wouldn’t you believe it
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| Now the hallway, now the doors
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| Locking out your deathlike chores
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| Locking in what’s left to score
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| Coming thus, this daily thought
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| Heroes have so long been taught
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| Buying what cannot be bought
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| And just wouldn’t you believe it
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| Like before, my time has gone
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| Here’s wishing I could carry on
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| But I’m being called up into the dawn
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| Coming thus, this daily freak
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| Try to come again next week
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| When I strive to climb the peak
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| And just wouldn’t you believe it |