| Not to say were not fortunate to be born
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| To a world that encourages us to grow
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| But sometimes perpetual motion moves so slow
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| Hunger for a change of scenery
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| You drive North in search of snow
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| Were you prepared for certain shadows
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| To follow you everywhere that you go
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| Your body’s been decaying all this time
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| And now it finally starts to show
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| And are you having second thoughts
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| About that path that you chose
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| Now that the fire in your eyes
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| Has burned down like coals
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| To a warm consistent glow
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| Well hey that smoke has cleared
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| You regained the use of your nose
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| So take take a second now
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| To stop and smell the roses
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| Just like you never thought you had time
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| But always thought that you should
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| At least for now it’s okay to take life in smaller doses
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| Something new has come to town
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| Seems like he’s doing you good
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| And I’ve come to a new town
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| Yeah sure it’s somewhat the same
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| It feels good to be aware of
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| But still not focused on the cause behind that pain
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| And sometimes when the mood is right it feels
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| Like every inch and nothings changed
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| But in some way that not for one second
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| Has stayed the same
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| So you remember to eat dinner
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| Remember to feel better
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| Remember your friends
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| They’ll think that you forgot them
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| If you only write secret letters
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| Remember not to focus on
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| Those feelings that you lack
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| You just might give yourself a heart attack |