| I don’t drink as much as I used to
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| Lately it just ain’t my style
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| And the hard times don’t hurt like they used to
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| They pass quicker like when I was a child
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| Somehow I learned how to listen
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| To a sound like the sun goin' down
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| In the magic that morning is bringin'
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| There’s a song for the life I have found
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| It keeps my feet on the ground
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| The midsummer days ain’t so heavy
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| They just flow like the breeze through your mind
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| And nothing appears in a hurry
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| To make up for some old lost time
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| Somehow I learned how to listen
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| To a sound like the sun goin' down
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| In the magic that morning is bringin'
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| There’s a song for the life I have found
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| It keeps my feet on the ground
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| Somehow I learned how to listen
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| To a sound like the sun goin' down
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| In the magic that morning is bringin'
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| There’s a song for the life I have found
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| It keeps my feet on the ground |