| Now if all my golden moments
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| Could be rolled into one
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| They would shine just like the sun
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| For a summer day
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| And after it was over
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| We could have it back again
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| With credit to the editor
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| For striking out the rain (very clean)
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| And all it really needed
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| Was the proper point of view
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| No ones gonna bring me down
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| No ones gonna stop me now
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| Now I gathered up my sorrows
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| And I sold them all for gold
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| And I gathered up the gold
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| And I threw it all away
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| It all went for a good time and a song (come on)
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| The laughter was like music
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| It did float my soul along for awhile
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| And all it really needed was the proper point of view
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| No ones gonna reach me here
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| No ones gonna know Im gone
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| You may think I might be crazy
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| And I guess you might be right
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| But I know the way I feel today is out of sight
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| I do not trust your senses to remember your name
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| Without corrective lenses
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| Things are never twice the same anyway
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| And all it really needed
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| Was the proper point of view
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| No ones gonna bring me down
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| No ones gonna stop me now
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| No ones gonna reach me here
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| No ones gonna know Im gone |