| Well, I met a man and he gave me advice
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| I didn’t want it at first, then I said all right
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| He said, «You live each day like the very last one»
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| So I took that line, and I wrote this song
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| He said, «It's all in the air, it’s a lot like magic
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| We make do with the best that we have
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| You sit still or you roam and
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| Something’s bound to happen»
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| I just shook his hand
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| Forgot about my plan
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| So I rode my bike up to Sycamore Hill
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| I thought hard, I thought long
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| On the right way to live
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| I had a lot of fun with a long-legged girl
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| And we threw our arms
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| Around this humdrum world
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| It’s all in the air, it’s a lot like magic
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| We make do with the best that we have
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| You sit still or you roam and
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| Something’s bound to happen
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| Forget about those plans
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| The future’s here at last
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| Well, the days turn to months
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| And the months into years
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| My children have grown
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| And I’m still standing here
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| I still live each day like the very last one
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| I rise with the birds, and I set with the sun
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| It’s all in the air, it’s a lot like magic
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| We make do with the best that we have
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| You sit still or you roam and
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| Something’s bound to happen
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| Forget about those plans |