| Is it my imagination or is it my iron pride
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| I wonder if it matters much if time is on my side
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| I’d rather press on, I don’t wanna rest easy
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| Anywhere I stray, I will make it a brand new day
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| Anyway, that’s all I’ve got to say
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| I’d rather be by the seaside, than be playin' a one night stand
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| I’ve been too wrapped up in my own dreams, I will change things if I can
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| I gotta press on, don’t wanna rest easy
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| Wouldn’t it feel fine to return to the women and the wine
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| And all of the sunshine that we knew
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| You will never know what blue is until you have played the game
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| Till you live life in solitare where no one knows your name
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| I’d rather press on, I don’t want to rest easy
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| Have it anyway you will, I will be with you right up until
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| The spell is broken and all is well
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| If you’d rather be by the seashore, well I sure can understand
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| Are you too wrapped up in your own scene, I would change things if I can
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| I’d rather press on, don’t wanna rest easy
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| Wouldn’t it feel fine, but remembering the rhythm and the rhymes
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| And all of the good times makes me blue
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| Wouldn’t it feel fine to return to the women and the wine
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| And all of the sunshine that we knew |