| It’s different every day
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| I get my thoughts from a letter that’s lost
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| That someone threw away
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| It says, «Don't give up, 'cause you can’t give away»
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| The thought’s appreciated
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| Now at the best, you’ve second guessed
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| And never should you have waited
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| (Never changes the things I feel inside
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| Sit by a lake and cry
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| Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm
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| Should I let loose and fly?)
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| An overpass, and some corn in a field
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| Fat birds on the line
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| Dented guard rail, immaculate bumper
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| Protecting your design
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| A broken down shack with a pond in the back
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| Laundry out to dry
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| Some of them barren, some of them whole
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| All of them have no time
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| (Never changes the things I feel inside
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| Sit by a lake and cry
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| Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm
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| Should I let loose and fly?)
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| Come along with me
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| Come along, come along with me
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| We’ll go to places that we have never seen
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| And if we’re together, we’ll have a happy time
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| 'Cause I got no reservations |