| I’ve got a farm house,
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| It’s a big white farmhouse
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| And forty acres in my head
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| You got a kitchen,
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| It’s an oak floor kitchen
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| And a big brass feather bed
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| And there in the parlor,
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| An old upright piano
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| And a precocious blue-eyed kid
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| Playing the keys
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| Playing the keys
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| Live in the now
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| A room with a view of Cambridge
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| Live in the now
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| Traffic, noise, and neighborhood kids
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| We’re sitting in the kitchen
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| You reach cross the table
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| And put a finger on my wrinkled brow
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| You say, «Live in the now,
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| Live in the now»
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| 'Cause life is what happens
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| When you’re busy making plans
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| That’s what John Lennon said
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| Then he quit the phuckin' band
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| Tell me which part
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| Is it the castle, or the sand
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| That you miss when the tide comes along?
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| I’m alone on a highway
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| Only silos break the view
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| A field of sunflowers
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| A scarecrow paying dues
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| And I think to myself
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| «Man, that’s not what I’d choose «But here I am, and look where I’ve gone
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| All for the song
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| Till the tide comes along
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| Live in the now
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| An audience is waiting
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| Live in the now
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| Whose day are you creating?
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| I slip into to the hotel
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| I put the phone on a pillow
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| Your voice makes it better somehow
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| You say, «Live in the now»
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| «Live in the now» |