| Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something’s wrong
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| This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home
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| It’s easier to talk after hours when you’re not so dry
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| Then you can see more clearly what’s important’s alright
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| And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones
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| More precious things they have been broken other than our bones
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| Our only obstacle is time
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| And time’s a friend of mine… sometimes
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| We’ve all suffered this way so I know how to find you
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| These sad seconds are already behind you, don’t wish more away
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| Oh take what you can from the days that seem fruitless
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| People are like trees — they should never be rootless… mostly anyway
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| And I believe that it’s just paper, scissors, stone
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| We’re out there every day making choices all alone
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| The only faith we have is weak at best
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| And we’re all so sure we’re not just like the rest
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| And like they say it’s all just sex and drugs and rock and roll!
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| The only difference is that we don’t have to do them all
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| But while we’re here there’s always time… |