| They all come out as letters
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| And I contemplate mistakes that we all make
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| Start and the ending of eras
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| When mystery fades
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| We identify the problems
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| But, they may not be problems after all
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| Shock and dismay, they affect what we say
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| We should bite our tongues, we should bite our tongues
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| 'Cause after all, it’s only our lives anyway…
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| And I can’t let it bother me
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| If fact and fate just can’t agree on love, on life
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| Can’t we stop taking ourselves too seriously?
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| So I sit here carving words into the wall
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| Words that remind me of just how I was
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| I never felt as old and lonely as I felt
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| When I was young and in love
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| When mystery fades
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| We identify the problems
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| But, they may not be problems after all
|
| Shock and dismay, they affect what we say
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| We should bite our tongues, we should bite our tongues
|
| 'Cause after all, it’s only our lives anyway…
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| And I can’t let it bother me
|
| If fact and fate just can’t agree on love, on life
|
| Can’t we stop taking ourselves too seriously?
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| Can’t let it bother me
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| If fact and fate just can’t agree on love, on life
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| Can’t we stop taking ourselves too seriously?
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| Too seriously
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| Too seriously… |