| When all is said and done
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| We’re not the only ones
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| Who look at life this way
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| That’s what the old folks say
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| But every time I’d see them
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| Makes me wish I had a gun
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| If I thought that I was crazy
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| Well I guess I’d have more fun
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| Guess I’d have more fun
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| Oh No, No, No, No, No The Catcher in the Rye again
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| Won’t let ya get away from his gun
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| It’s just another day like today
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| You decide
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| If I don’t have to Then they’ll find
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| And I won’t ask you
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| At anytime
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| Or long thereafter
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| If it’s cold outside
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| I’ll be wrapped up in Into me Oh no…
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| The Catcher in the Rye again
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| Won’t let ya get away from his gun
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| It’s just another day like today
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| When all is said and done
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| We’re not the only ones
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| Who look at life this way
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| That’s what the young folks say
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| As if they’d ever change
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| That’s not who am I to say
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| But every time I’d see them
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| Makes me wish I had a gun
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| If I thought that I was crazy
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| Well I guess I’d have more fun
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| It’s what used to be’s not there for me And ought to find someone
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| that belongs insane like I do Oh no Not at all (repeat)
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| On an ordinary day
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| Back in an ordinary way
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| All at once the song I heard
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| No longer wouldn’t play for anybody
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| Or anyone
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| That needed comfort from somebody
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| Needed comfort from someone who cared
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| To be Not like you
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| And Unlike me And then then voices ran away
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| From me So now you set the wheels in motion
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| It Haunts our memories
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| You were the instrument
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| You were the one
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| How a body tipped a bottle
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| And Gave that boy a gun
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| You Took our innocence
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| Beyond our scabs
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| Sometimes the only thing
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| You got at all
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| When no one else is there |