| All those who go before us
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| The mothers and the kings
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| Shakespeare and my father
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| Who kick dust up in my dreams
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| If you’re too close to the voices
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| You can stray far from the track
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| So goodbye, my friends
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| It’s my turn to won’t look back
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| The ghosts have had their moment
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| Now they fade into the sun
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| Shining like a carousel
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| When summer’s just begun
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| Bonded for their silence
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| And I threw away the key
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| Someone’s going down
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| But it’s not me
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| All because I’m thankful for what we don’t understand
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| The undiscovered country between a woman and a man
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| All those who follow after
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| Are children who we pledge
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| To a story of some sailors
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| Who float beyond the edge
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| To their
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| We want them to retire
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| Just beyond their grasp
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| And plain desires
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| The old men never helped us
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| They took our every vow
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| Turned them into money
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| And look where we are now
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| Waiting for a savior
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| But she walks alone to sea
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| And someone’s going down
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| She went down for me
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| And still she says she’s thankful for what we don’t understand
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| The undiscovered country in every woman, every man
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| Some day will come the questions
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| With no answers, but we ask
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| Just the same when we were children
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| Which was sweet but doesn’t last
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| From the undiscovered country
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| We hear the old refrain
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| The sky is blue
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| For the few who remain
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| All because I’m thankful for the things we never planned
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| The undiscovered country in every woman, every man
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| Raise a glass, be thankful for what we don’t understand
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| The undiscovered country between a woman and a man |