| Some time alone when you are young is good
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| High, high time, and drunk old time, sober time
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| I advise all three when your brain is at least twenty-three
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| Take a tumbleweed year or two
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| And find an eye that’s true
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| But don’t let yourself get so blue
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| That you make rash decisions for two
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| Else you’ll harm yourself and another
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| Who mistook you for a guide
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| When you’re still a rogue tide
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| Fools learn from fools
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| The wise learn from the wise
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| And always be prepared to revise
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| And when you get older, find a quiet time
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| To ride on ahead or fall behind
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| And take a good look inside your mind
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| Morning can be godmotherly
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| To stretch, walk, and wander through
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| Or the wee small hours when the whole world is asleep, but you
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| Afternoons are okay too
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| To take an ocean view
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| And always look for the tugboats
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| Already attached to you
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| And you, you’re a tugboat too
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| Yeah, you, you’re a tugboat too
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| You’re my tugboat
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| You’re my tugboat
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| You’re my tugboat |