| Darling, nothing ever goes exactly how you planned it
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| I guess I’ve been here long enough to see
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| That time can be your dearest friend
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| Or time can be a bandit
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| When tomorrow changes into history
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| And oh my my, honey everybody dies
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| But you got, you got to see
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| That you can live your life walking in a straight line
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| But it’s more than just A to B
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| Maybe it’ll find you lying peaceful under blankets
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| Or bleeding at the bottom of the stairs
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| Oh but it’s not when or how you go
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| It’s life and what you make it
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| It’s the traveling, not the road that gets you there
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| Oh my my, honey everybody dies
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| But you got, you got to see
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| That you can live your life walking in a straight line
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| But it’s more than just A to B
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| So when those funeral drums are rumbling
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| Like some slow and steady thunder
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| I’ll say my last goodbyes and walk away
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| I’ll step into the river
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| Let the current pull me under
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| And just fall into that infinite embrace
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| And oh my my, honey everybody dies
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| But you got, you got to see
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| That you can live your life walking in a straight line
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| But it’s more than just A to B
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| Oh my my, honey everybody dies
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| But you got, you got to see
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| That you can live your life walking in a straight line
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| But it’s more than just A to B
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| Yeah, it’s more than just A to B |