| So much imitation embedded in action,
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| So much expectation precedes us.
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| Let us be trees, and sailors of sees,
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| Let it not be just one image that leads us.
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| lyrics
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| And you said you felt a change was coming near
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| I said «nothing ever changes here.»
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| and so we watched for shooting stars
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| we caught some in the shining shower
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| In the morning I will never be the same
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| There are trees that grow up higher than, some
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| I start to believe you’re one of them, one
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| who wonders where I am tonight
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| who lingers longer in my sight
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| who gives me one more reason to be happy
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| (to go home)
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| But you never used to worry like you do;
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| at least before it was for things that could possibly be true.
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| hey, this was never meant to be a
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| bargain for your sympathy, it’s
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| just that world sits heavy on your shoulders
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| now you’re terrified of telephones
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| as we grow older never slower, yeah
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| Today we explored the halls of heroes past;
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| all we found inside were autographs
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| and so I picked up one or two
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| but I still can’t tell what they do:
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| I think I will return them in the morning |