| Is it strange for me to say that
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| If I were to die today
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| There’s not a thing that I would change
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| I’ve lived well
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| Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain
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| But all in all, it’s been okay, I’ve lived well
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| And the more that I see, the more that I know
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| I don’t know anything, at all
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| Like the more that I breathe, and start to go slow
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| Of all the many things, I can only recall
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| All of the good things, good things
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| All of the good things, good things
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| Only the good, the good, the good
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| Only the good, the good, the good
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| Living on Sycamore street, and spending weekends on the beach
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| We were free, to be everything we dreamed
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| Flying kites and water fights
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| Summer nights, we’d ride our bikes
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| On Over Hill, Ladera Heights
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| Man I swear |