| Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles
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| We charged into our future with laughter and smiles
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| As we traveled blindly, the road became so thick
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| No chance to change direction and we’ve laughed until we’re sick, yeah
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| Now I keep company with wicked evil men
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| My generosity’s brimming but I’m still inclined to sin
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| My friends think I am crazy, I know that may be so
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| But I’m as happy with a penny as coffers full of gold
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| And so for all of you I say, don’t miss the forest for all the trees
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| And don’t ever question honor among thieves, say
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| The undergrowth has parted now the path is easily read
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| It’s lined with all the doubters regretting all they’ve said
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| God bless all the dreamers those who lead with soul
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| For how can you know virtue 'less you fought out of a hole
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| And so for all of you I say, don’t miss the forest for all the trees
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| And don’t ever question honor among dreamers, thieves yeah
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| When you felt that you lost your integrity
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| Just remember you are
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| Trickle of a chuckle as laughter starts to pour
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| Bells begin to jingle the trickles now a roar
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| Pan flutist, cloven dancer, the mischief has begun
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| Laugh with me if it’s funny, laugh at me if it’s fun
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| And I don’t know St. Peter, well, I know he believes, yes he does
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| There’s a place in heaven for jesters, dreamers and thieves, yeah
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| Jesters, dreamers and thieves
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| Jesters, dreamers and thieves
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| Jesters, dreamers and thieves
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| Jesters, dreamers and thieves |