| Up in the clouds is where I live
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| Down in the ground is where I’ll end up
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| For half a century, till the water
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| Washes me away
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| Every morning, it’s the same
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| Coffee and memories fill my cup
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| Hope I drink 'em down on this merry-go-round
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| That spins me through the days
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| And I’ve been thinking that I should learn
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| How to do something new with my time
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| Dig my hands in the dirt, build something that works
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| Get all my loose ends tied
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| Open my window, birds still sing
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| I wanna learn all of their songs
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| Sometime this century till the water
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| Washes us away
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| And I’ve been thinking that I should learn
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| How to do something new with my time
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| Dig my hands in the dirt, build something that works
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| Get all my loose ends tied
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| Open my window, birds still sing
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| I’m gonna learn all of their songs
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| Sometime this century till the water
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| Washes us away |