| There’s a literal way that you can take everything I say
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| We could end this right now if you want it that way, but you don’t want it that
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| way
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| East coast stories out of books breed ugly, hateful looks in the streets of New
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| York and LA
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| Where there’s got to be some kind of institution, but all I see are problems
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| without the solutions, and
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| God don’t make things that you can rearrange
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| But that’s okay, because I can’t take the change
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| And I’ll be happy when my friends don’t go
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| When we’re in this town for good I’ll know
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| I’ll see you somewhere, like Saturdays on museum stairs
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| And in friends' cars and outside of Irish bars and underneath the same stars
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| That lit our situations, our impulses and our hesitations
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| And that will shine on me when this all works out like your planned and I can
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| tell you that I understand, 'cause
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| God don’t make things that you can rearrange
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| But that’s okay, because I can’t take the change
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| And I’ll be happy when my friends don’t go
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| When we’re in this town for good I’ll know |