| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Hit the gas, going fast
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| Hit the brakes,
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Is it a reason why the ocean is blue
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| Is it a reason why the sky is too
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| Some say brown eyes turn blue, is that true
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| That love can change the eye color of a fool
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| I guess, we all play the fool, the first rule
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| The first guideline, in the game of playing it cool
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| Some think playing it cool is just playing you
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| That’s if you wear your heart on your sleeve, and it’s in plain view
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| Then I can see all the bullshit that you’ve been through
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| And you can see all the bullshit that I’ve been through
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| Sitting as my passenger looking through my rear view
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| You can see my past behind me, but behind you, I see
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| A veil, white dress with a long tail
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| And maybe one day, I can be that groom
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| When you confront your past, you see what’s true
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| I just hope it isn’t too late for me and you
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| Going through my mind, picking out memories
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| Each painful thought comes with a penalty
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| And each happy one, it comes with a price
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| I guess penalties and prices are just a part of life
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| I take it how it comes, I take it by the tongues
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| Then take something that numbs that’s stronger than Tums
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| I take a drag, pass around the bag like the bums
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| Do with the cardboard cribs in the slums
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| Looking through the rear view without a clear view
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| Of what’s to come, so I let the engine run
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| Every time I come by the spot
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| Today, I might not even stop
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| It may sound phony but that’s just how I feel
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| It may be phony, but I’m just being real
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| Life ain’t a game about luck, it ain’t about skill
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| I can’t say I never change, because I’m changing still
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Hit the gas, going fast
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| Hit the brakes,
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Watching life go by through the rear window
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| Watching life go by through the rear window |