| The first part of every day for me is good
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| I’ve got the bus stop in my neighborhood
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| And everything’s on purpose everywhere they go
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| Hiding in my car and running in the snow
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| Running with the friends they’ll know for years
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| I’ve seen it all from here, from here
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| It happens every day before they go to school
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| They play until the bus drives up beside my lawn
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| And there’s always been a mother who waits 'Til they are gone
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| Then she turns away
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| It happens every day
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| Noon comes and turns this campus upside down
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| I watch the students in this college town
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| You would think they’re carefree, I have seen their trials
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| Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles
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| Even underlining Nabokov
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| When I am not in love, in love
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| It happens every day, with their journals in cafes
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| Looking up at their reflection on the other wall
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| With every new idea wondering if they’ve changed at all
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| And then they look away
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| It happens every day
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| Well, life is as hard and as easy as they say
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| Walking the steps we’ve chosen on this day
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| Some will be outrageous, some have rarely shown
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| Some will walk in couples, some will walk alone
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| As I think about the world I see
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| They stare and smile at me, at me
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| It happens every day at the crossing of the street
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| Walking out to see what’s new and what is just the same
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| And the only word for love is everybody’s name
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| And that will always stay
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| It happens every day
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| And every day will happen without you |