| Break your neck for some substance
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| This is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity
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| So long to the ordinary day wrought with fictitious tales
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| of how there’s any other way
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| Hold on to anything at all
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| It’s a long way down between the summer and the fall
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| If I told you that you’re everything,
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| Would you sing along?
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| Would you sing along?
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| It’s a daily anthem
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| Would you sing my song,
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| At the top of your lungs?
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| And we’ll all sing along,
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| We’ll all sing along
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| It’s a half-baked blessing
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| For the lessons I’ve learned,
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| Never deserved.
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| And we’ll all sing along,
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| Oh we’ll all sing along
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| Now the verses take hold,
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| A gentle undercurrent or more years to grow old
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| Say goodbye to the cold
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| And try to begin everything: there’s life
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| As we sing your daily anthem,
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| Would you sing my song,
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| At the top of your lungs?
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| And we’ll all sing along,
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| We’ll all sing along
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| It’s a half-baked blessing
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| For the lessons I’ve learned,
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| Never deserved.
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| And we’ll all sing along,
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| We’ll all sing along |