| I was at a funeral the day i realized
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| I wanted to spend my life with you
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| Sitting down on the steps at the
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| old post office
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| The flag was flying at half-mast
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| And i was thinking’bout how
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| everyone is dying
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| And maybe it’s time to lie
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| I don’t know where we’re going
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| I don’t know what we’ll do Walked in to the Thrif-tee
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| Saw the man with the hollow eyes
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| who didn’t give me all my change
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| But it didn’t me this time
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| 'cause I know I’ve only got
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| this moment
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| And it’s good
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| I went to the gas station
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| Old woman honked her horn
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| Waiting for me to fix her car
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| I don’t know where we’re going
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| I don’t know what we’ll do Laying in bed tonight I was thinking
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| and listening to all the dogs
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| and the sirens and the shots
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| And how a careful man tries
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| to didge the bullets
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| While a happy man takes a walk
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| And maybe it’s time to live |