| He said, «Go 'round the back way»
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| He said, «Avoid the road more traveled.»
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| He said, «Hold tight to your smile
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| When it’s dark outside, and you so fragile
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| You won’t see the ground
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| But it will rise beneath
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| You are steady on your feet
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| Until it hits you in the teeth.»
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| You will know it when you’ve gone too far;
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| Your sight grows dim and narrow
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| You cannot see the stars above you
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| They love you in their far away way
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| They ask you, sincerely, to stay
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| She said, «Look up, once in a while.»
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| She said, «Remember things that always remain;
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| Blossoms in the Spring, birds remember to sing
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| And you will do the same.»
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| Buildings hurtle by the train as you ride
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| You don’t know where, you don’t know why
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| All you can do is dry your eyes, cry like a little child
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| Sometimes it takes a while to be born |