| I’ve sent out more correspondence
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| Much more than I’ve received
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| I wish that I could hear the chorus
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| Just to know what they sing for us
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| They all know how we should be
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| But they’re not in proximity
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| When you find that change is constant
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| Will you shun complacency
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| And drift away upon four wheels
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| Across the earth until you feel
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| You’ve found a place you’ll always heal?
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| But wait…
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| Won’t you have to move again?
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| Won’t you have to move?
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| Won’t you have to move again?
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| You’ll have to find a changing end
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| When you find that change is constant
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| Will you shun complacency
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| And drift away upon four wheels
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| Across the earth until you feel
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| You’ve found a place you’ll always heal?
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| But wait…
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| Won’t you have to move again?
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| Won’t you have to move?
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| Won’t you have to move again?
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| You’ll have to find a changing end |