| Rise and shine, get your razor sharp
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| Size up yourself in the mirror
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| A slice of life
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| To last through all the years
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| 'Cause sooner or later
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| It all comes back to you
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| And we will remember
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| The fine things you can do
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| I’m giving back all the things that you gave to me
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| I’m saving up the price to pay the decree
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| Remember the first time you saw the rising sun
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| You may be done but I’ve just begun
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| The leaves are burning and the ashes have blown away
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| I’m turning over new leaves almost every day
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| You let him think you’d just as soon stay
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| Let him think you had nothing to say
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| Now you want him to just let you go away
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| To find some fangled security
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| Some strangled form of purity
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| To restore your faith
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| In all the things you’ve come to hate
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| You give and you take
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| And you leave, leave it alone
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| What I want so badly:
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| For this to be a place you can call home
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| And I haven’t felt this way
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| Since yesterday, but I don’t remember when
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| What I want so badly:
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| To be someone you can call a friend
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| 'Til we meet again
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| Endless farewell
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| Hello, hello, hello again
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| Endless farewell
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| Hello, hello, hello again
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| Endless farewell
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| Hello, hello, hello again |