| I went and found a house in the northern woods
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| And I was doing fine until the night
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| But then I couldn’t take the sun in Los Angeles
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| Everything was blazing much too bright
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| I know that I should sit out on a darkened pier
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| Feeling the life that is not lived by chance
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| And yes I know it’s just blousy old Hollywood
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| Jostling for one more song and dance
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| But you are everyone, you are everyone
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| I ever trusted, that never made a fool out of me
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| (You are everyone, you are everyone)
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| Early again today I rushed myself around
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| I thought that I would miss the morning train
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| Angry that I had lain in my bed too long
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| Watching all the patterns of the rain
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| So many trips I took to seek somebody out
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| Gaining some ground but maybe losing more
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| So many pages scrawled to justify myself
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| I don’t know who I did that for
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| But you are everyone, you are everyone
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| I ever trusted, that never made a fool out of me
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| (You are everyone, you are everyone)
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| You took a couple pictures of me once
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| On some winter night long ago
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| Simply of me, you might not call them beautiful
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| I take them everywhere I go But you are everyone, you are everyone
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| I ever trusted, that never made a fool out of me
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| (You are everyone, you are everyone)
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| I ever trusted |