| Love endures, it clings away
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| When asked to leave, it begs to stay
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| Like the perfect song, at imperfect times
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| It’s the way the chords struck with the rhymes
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| So let your troubles roll by…
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| He knows he can help himself
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| He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf
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| And someone, somewhere loses her son
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| Before her own sunset is said and done
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| And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over
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| Frozen in snow, and thinks 'Colorado. |
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| But then plays her life back in slow motion
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| To keep in touch with that raw emotion
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| In the night, crushed empty can
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| Olive Oyle is waiting for her man
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| To come in from the fight
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| That will change their life
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| 'For good this time…'
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| When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by Like New Year’s Eve, tonight’s underway
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| But tomorrow you’ll wake up afraid of the day
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| 'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams
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| An undone war still wages and stings
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| You fear the year will blow
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| Like a breeze through a rainbow
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| You swear it’s there, but you can’t grab a hold
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| So you sit and cry and wonder why, why…
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| When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by So many cities and windows and lives
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| And through each one there’s a soul that strives to survive
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| So pay no mind, my sorrow’s fine
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| The day is a live and that’s why I cry
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| It’s a New Year’s toast, grab your list to conspire
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| The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire
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| You’ve come far, and though you’re far from the end
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| You don’t mind where you are, cause you know where you’ve been
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| Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor
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| Like a dead devil soldier washed up on the shore
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| With nothing of note but the ole’Capt.'s coat
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| And a burning boat you just sank with your salty tears… |