| When I was young I thought I knew everything about most everything
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| The answers had that ring of easy truth
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| But the older I get, the more that I find everything I thought was black and
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| white
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| Was grey and undefined the whole damn time
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| Here’s to the nights we spent so tired and wrecked, but we’re not done yet
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| Here’s to the dreams we had in days long past, but we’re not done yet
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| So where do you go after you know all of the plans you made are grand mistakes
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| And hindsight always shows that there’s no control?
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| Maybe you smile, sit for a while, thinking of all the places and the faces
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| You let pass you by, chasing the why
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| Here’s to the nights we spent so tired and wrecked, but we’re not done yet
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| Here’s to the dreams we had in days long past, but we’re not done yet
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| Open your eyes, look at the skies, all of the stars at night are dying light
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| From millions of years ago, and you’ll never know
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| So why do you think everything needs to be cut and dried and analyzed
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| When chaos is the rule, and chaos can be beautiful
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| Here’s to the nights we spent so tired and wrecked, but we’re not done yet
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| Here’s to the dreams we had in days long past, but we’re not done yet
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| Here’s to the nights we spent so tired and wrecked, but we’re not done yet
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| Here’s to the dreams we had in days long past, but we’re not done yet |