| Well there’s no use hanging onto anything
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| That you can’t take with you when you’re gone
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| The wind at your heels
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| The shadows so sweet of sentimental longing for the past
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| All these things uncaptured, gone, or might have been
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| In the slow, dull dying of the day
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| I ponder on these things I’ve done
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| A heart I could have chosen not to break
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| But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
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| Casting no shadow in my wake
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| In chase, so manly, then I soon get bored
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| And honey, I’m such a flake
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| So the road won’t rise to meet me as I go
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| And this feckless heart knows no reward
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| For all my lies, I apologize
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| It was me, it wasn’t you
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| And now I know
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| But oh, I ran, I ran so easily
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| Casting no shadow in my wake
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| In chase, so manly, then I soon get bored
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| And honey, I’m such a flake
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| Still, it does no good for one to think of things
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| That you can’t do anything about
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| But in solitary hours, I think of you now
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| It was me, it wasn’t you
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| And now I know |