| With another day another life slips away
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| And floats above the crowd
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| You can only stay ahead of time when time co-operates
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| Instead of heading south
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| Cards are dealt
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| You play what you hold
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| You can’t tell me the story’s been told
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| It’s too early to be over
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| And it’s way past when
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| It could be starting again
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| It’s too early to be over
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| Good hearted Joe is the last one to know
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| Run down run around biting my tongue
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| Hardly my sad tale
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| But the rolling in and steppin' out
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| Nothing but fun
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| I finally had to bail
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| Nothing worse than trying too hard
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| This ain’t this fool’s first walk in the park
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| It’s too early to be over
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| I don’t feel a thing from the bone to the skin
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| It’s too early to be over
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| Good hearted Joe is the last one to know
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| Somewhere out there it all evens out
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| So they would have you believe
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| But that don’t get me
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| That won’t set me free
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| It’s too early to be over
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| And it’s way past when it could be starting over
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| It’s too early to be over
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| Always the fave but I already gave
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| It’s too early to be over
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| Don’t feel a thing from the bone to the skin
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| It’s too early to be over
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| Good hearted Joe is the last one to know |