| When you’re standing on the side of a hill
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| Feeling like your day may be done
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| Here it comes, the strawberry smog
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| Chasing away the sun
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| Don’t let those precious moments fool you
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| Happiness is getting you down
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| A rainbow never smiles or blinks
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| It’s just a candy colored frown
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| You were going on at half-past seven
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| Now it’s going on a quarter to nine
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| All the angels want to know
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| Are you lost or treading water?
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| And you’re going on your fifteenth bender
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| But you’ve only got a matter of time
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| Yes we’ve all got seeds to sow
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| Not everyone’s got lambs to slaughter
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| When the night wind starts to turn
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| Into the ocean breeze
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| And the dew drops sting and burn
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| Like angry honey bees
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| That is when you’ll hear the song falling from the sky
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| Happy yesterday to all
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| We were born to die
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| Sometimes you’re filled with the notion
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| The afterlife’s a moment away
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| You want to tell someone the way that you feel
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| But then you ain’t got nothing to say
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| You fight for freedom from devotion
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| A battle that will always begin
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| With somebody giving you a piece of advice;
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| By the way you’re living in sin
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| Now there’s never gonna be an intermission
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| But there’ll always be a closing night
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| Never entertain those visions
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| Lest you may have packed your baggage
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| First impressions are cheap auditions
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| Situations are long goodbyes
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| Truth so often living dormant
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| Good luck walks and bullshit flies
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| When the headlights guide your way
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| You know the place is right
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| When the treetops sing and sway
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| Don’t go to sleep tonight
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| That is when you see the sign
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| Luminous and high:
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| Tomorrow’s not what it used to be
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| We were born to die
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| Happy yesterday to all
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| We were born to die |