| Here we go — down that same old road again,
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| Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds,
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| All beauty within,
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| Here we go — down that same old road again,
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| A memory, a regret, a hope.
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| Here we go — down that same old road again,
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| Empathy controls the wind that blows,
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| And tickles our skin,
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| A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant.
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| Recent it seems, we must push on,
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| We must push on, though we bleed,
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| We must push on, we must push on.
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| All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood,
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| In a modest town, where honest people dwell.
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| Making the cleanest energy,
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| For the greenest plants to grow,
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| In the richest soil that is drenched,
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| With the freshest rain,
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| Then you should sit in your backyard,
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| Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops,
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| Because they unveil honest opinions about the stars.
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| We must push on, recent it seems,
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| We must push on, we must push on,
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| Though we bleed, we must push on, we must push on All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood, |