| It must have been easier when we were younger
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| And the world takes place two feet outside of your head
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| Then something expanded and you start to feel stranded
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| So you scramble outside of the skin you shed
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| It must have been easier when the lights were brighter
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| And the girls were screaming your name
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| Then the bulbs burn out and you’re left in doubt
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| And everything starts to feel the same
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| You couldn’t stand it I suppose
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| Life comes and then life goes
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Must have been easier to feel in control
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| Where you were so small and you needed a way to feel big
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| So you took all you could, felt pretty good
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| Suddenly you’re aware of what you did
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| Must have been easier to be somebody we knew
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| Or maybe you felt spent
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| Suddenly you’re gone and everything goes wrong
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| No one knows just why you went
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| Couldn’t stand it I suppose
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| Life comes and then life goes
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Couldn’t stand it I suppose
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| Life comes and then life goes
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Some things are easy, some things aren’t a breeze
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| And some of my branches stretch out and bear fruit
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| Some branches die when they freeze
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| Sometimes I think of you
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| We couldn’t stand you, I suppose
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| Life comes and then life goes
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| Some things nobody knows
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| Some things nobody knows
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| You jumped from a plane that you thought would explode
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| And you slowly drift your way down
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| With the dead weight gone the plane flies on
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| The madness in flight, the safety of the ground |