| I’ve learned that it’s bad ideas and good intentions
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| That keep things moving, and they keep us sane
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| I’ve thought about this one awkward night forever
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| I learned that we can love, but we can’t always stay
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| And we forget the reasons
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| People change like seasons
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| Always coming back around
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| And every time I drive through Ross
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| I reminisce of your front porch
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| I’m sorry to hear about your father
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| We hate to lose but we’ve got each other
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| And we can never make it up
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| The stories death can never touch
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| I don’t think I say it enough
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| I’m the luckiest sometimes
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| And it’s AM radio again
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| Going someplace that we’ve never been
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| And most nights I kind of wish that I was a kid again
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| I know that just starting off with good intentions
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| Never means that we don’t get lost along the way
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| I know that we don’t get to live forever
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| And it’s making the most of this that makes me wanna change
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| And we forget the reasons
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| People change like seasons, always coming back around
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| And all I know I forgot, lost so far in these thoughts
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| I’m always coming back around |