| another red light on a cold november day
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| i see the faces following close in a long headlight parade
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| to a resting place where tear-stained eyes say goodbye
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| i’ve been moving so fast i’ve forgotten where i’m going
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| i’m driving blind but beams of light have a beautiful way
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| of slowing you down sometimes
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| to catch your breath and take a second to smile when you’re not supposed to laugh
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| and cry when you’re supposed to hold it back
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| and live like the sun is burning out of the sky
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| 'cause tomorrow’s too late so don’t waste a day of this life
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| the long black car moves slow through the intersection
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| i take a left and i point my life in the opposite direction
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| i take a breath 'cause i can’t help thinking
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| that the man in that lincoln is telling me to smile when you’re not supposed to laugh
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| and cry when you’re supposed to hold it back
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| and live like the sun is burning out of the sky
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| 'cause tomorrow’s too late so don’t waste a day of this life
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| so many souls are set on leaving for eden
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| but i will cherish this time here
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| yeah yeah
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| smile when you’re not supposed to laugh
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| and cry when you’re supposed to hold it back
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| and live like the sun is burning out of the sky
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| 'cause tomorrow’s too late there’s no time to wait
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| so don’t waste a day in this life |