| Well we all had a fair idea
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| Of where we thought we’d be by here
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| Drawing our plans in the schoolyard dirt
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| And I can say that I’ve been in love
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| I can say that I did that well
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| And in the darkness I only did my best
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| But still I’m never making plans again
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| Oh and gone are my old ideas
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| That I’ve held onto for ears
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| I’m gonna let live and let it be
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| Oh let it in
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| Oh and so speaks this emptiness
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| That echoes every time I step
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| But you know love seeks this hollowness
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| Oh, but still I’m never making plans again
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| And I may have taken time for granted
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| But I know no second went to waste
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| And no I’m not where I planned it
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| But I know I won’t regret any step of the way
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| No, I know I won’t regret any step of the way
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| No, I know that I won’t regret any step of the way
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| But still I’m never making plans again |