| It’s not over at all
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| You’re just trying to smile
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| I know perfectly well
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| Such are things we both know
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| And we think we should say
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| Just to organize the stains
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| Systems reveal their construction these days
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| As we escape to drift further away
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| We know the stars go out one night
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| But I can’t tell you anything you wouldn’t know
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| So nothing has been lost
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| It’s not over at all
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| If my thoughts could be here
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| They’d advice you to leave
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| It’s not easy, I know
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| Making hard things look small
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| But we’re dying to try
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| You have revealed your conclusion by chance
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| I have replaced you at little expense
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| We know the stars go out one night
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| But I can’t think of anything I haven’t told
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| Still, nothing has been lost
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| When you could use the words reserved for a sad song
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| You’ll find you’ve spent them up on God and everyone
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| Like anyone before
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| It’s not over at all
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| You’re just trying to smile
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| I know perfectly well
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| It’s not over
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| But oh, if my thoughts could be here
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| They’d advice you to leave
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| We will be cold where the lights are all out
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| But at least we can think without reason or doubt
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| I don’t know much about this world
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| But I can tell you one thing as I pass you by
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| Nothing has been lost |