| I ran my way
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| I walked a fine line
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| Wasted time only to find
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| That you were calling, I think, my name
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| To remind me I am fine
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| What you are is what you see
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| And you see me and we can be
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| Something you can call we
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| We are, we are
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| Doing what we can
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| Working without a plan
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| I’m beginning to understand
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| It’s getting out of hand
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| I have seen these closing doors
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| I’ve woke up on this floor before
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| Picked it apart for hours and hours, and hours and hours
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| Of turning, tossing, and looking and listening
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| To you and all the fucked up things you do
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| But you’re doing the best you can
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| With every grain of sand
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| Just trickling through your hand
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| Can’t catch me if you can
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| If someday comes early
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| Comes whipping, comes whirling
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| To take you for all you have learned
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| The tables are turning
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| Your bridges are burning
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| My destination’s sometime to return
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| Throw away your calendar
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| And saddle up your salamander
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| Get up and get down
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| Ride into town and look around
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| Get up and do something
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| Your time to choose it
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| Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
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| Doing the best I can (I can)
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| With or without a plan (a plan)
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| I’m taking what I can get
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| I haven’t seen nothing yet
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| If one day you wake up and find what you make up
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| Come and get me, come and take me there
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| Into your illusion I make my intrusion
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| Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
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| The hourglass is draining fast
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| It knows no future, holds no past
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| And all this too will come to pass
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| Never, forever, whatever
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| If someday comes early
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| Comes whipping, comes whirling
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| To take you for all you have learned
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| The tables are turning
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| Your bridges are burning
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| My destination’s sometime to return
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| Sometime to return |