| Like ghosts we both appear,
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| In this polaroid I’ll treasure through the years. |
| (years)
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| Full of promise and of smiles,
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| We are happily quite ignorant of pain.
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| And oh, how life can quickly change,
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| You can’t predict the rain
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| Or second-guess the stars,
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| To find some method in the mad,
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| Or some goodness in the bad men
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| That now and then block our way.
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| And as ghosts we’ll disappear again,
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| Back into photographs they’ll scatter through the years.
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| Friends assumed we’d moved away.
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| No, we’re just hibernating.
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| And oh, how life can quickly change,
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| You can’t predict the rain
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| Or second-guess the stars, Nooooo,
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| To find some method in the mad,
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| Just some goodness in the bad men
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| That now and then block our way. |