| This day went by in a usual way
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| Some film was shot
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| Some songs were played
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| None of which I’m gonna save
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| But in the end I’m still the same
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| But in the end I’m still the same
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| To clear my head I took a drive
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| Went to the sea and realized
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| That everything that’s born will die
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| Even the best ideas fade
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| What a way to spend my break
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| If art is held with honesty
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| Then why does lying come naturally?
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| Our books are filled with failed plots
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| And not the endings that we want so
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| Write out write out write out your words
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| And make up make up make up your own
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| Eventually the sun went down
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| The air was cooled
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| The stars came out
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| The melody had reached my mouth
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| I sang along with the sounds
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| That were all around
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| The beat came from my engine’s ping
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| The sleepy owls arranged the strings
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| The bass was plucked out by the breeze
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| All of us in perfect harmony
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| Sometimes it’s just that easy
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| If life is one big symphony
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| Don’t play your part too cautiously
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| Let your fingers make mistakes
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| The crowd will love you for being brave
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| So ring out ring out ring out those notes
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| And hold up hold up hold up your hope |