| Here’s your lifelong template
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| I hope it serves you well
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| Color in between the lines
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| And maybe time will tell
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| Conveyor belts aligning
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| So we move in parallel
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| Don’t forget to wait your turn
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| Yes hope is what they sell
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| Because there’s a sunrise
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| On the dark side of the moon
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| They lead you there with every breath
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| So long as you consume
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| But that won’t do
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| No that won’t do
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| When there are vagabonds
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| Not scared to pick and choose
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| But that’s what I’d rather do
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| Just keep asking for directions
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| Each turn off like the rest
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| No matter if it’s left or right
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| You come out second best
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| And my lungs feel kind of heavy
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| As the tar drips from my chest
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| No silver lining anywhere
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| I think we’re all obsessed
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| But that won’t do
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| No that won’t do
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| When there are vagabonds
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| Not scared to pick and choose
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| You might think it’s lonely
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| But that’s what I’d rather do |