| Try to take nothing for granted
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| Like breakfast, and breathing, and short term memory
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| Sometimes it gets so cold you almost cant stand it
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| To remember is to be reminded so insensitively
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| But it’s hard not being told who to be
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| The tradeoff is incredible just to feel that you’re free
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| The best trapeze artists perform with no nets
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| No one ever won a jackpot on a gentleman’s bet
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| Yeah, you wake up from your best dream just to find your bed wet
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| What life ever comes without a hint of regret?
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| So you can drive to Indiana
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| Visit your metal friends in Savanna
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| Or fly to England on a plane
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| And no, no one can say that you are far away
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| There are memories, warm feelings which will always remain
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| Like college radio late nights,
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| And heart to hearts, curbsides
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| The sheer beauty of which there are not words to explain
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| The ghosts in the attic sure beat TV static
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| We were up all night, quite close to insane
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| And all the time learning from each other how to keep out the rain
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| We do not demand surrender
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| It’s not the reason why we came
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| All we ask is, «may we enter?»
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| And wonder, is everything okay?
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| (That was good) |