| I remember one Columbus Day
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| When I was young and learned the world was round
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| There didn’t seem to be a lot to say
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| But I had trouble keepin' both feet on the ground
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| But now I stick to you
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| I know just what to do, I hold on
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| I remember lookin' at the sky
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| So thick and blue that I went tumblin' in
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| Out the window, knowin' I could fly
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| I flew as far as where the ground begins
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| For you I’ll use the door
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| I don’t do that anymore, I hold on
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| All the black and blue that I stumble through for you
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| Will never show
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| I have a simulated grace to help me keep my place
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| And never let you go, I’ll never let you go
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| If you could see the world the way I do
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| With nothing keepin' up or keepin' time
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| Your sense of self would tear your heart in two
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| While you try to tell the world you’re feelin' fine
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| Inside that’s how I feel
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| So I reach for something real and hold on
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| All the black and blue that I stumble through for you
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| Will never show
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| I have a simulated grace to help me keep my place
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| And never let you go, I’ll never let you go
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| I might make these revelations
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| With the ghostly imitation of a smile
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| It’s the best that I can do and I’ll do my best for you
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| And hope it lasts for a while |