| It’s not what you’ll possess
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| It’s how you will express
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| The essence of you
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| It’s not the wage you earn
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| It’s about the things you learn
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| And the love that you feel
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| It’s not what you’ll conceal
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| It’s all that you’ll reveal
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| That will make you be you
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| The perfection of you
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| Now the shadows are long
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| And the cities are lost to rain
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| And when you wake up every day
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| To find nothing’s changed
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| But before you can speak
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| You will learn that it’s all the same
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| And the dreams that you will have
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| Are public domain
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| And the country lanes are decked
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| With the time to come
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| It’s not the years you pass
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| It’s about the moments that last
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| Forever in you
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| Now the shadows are long
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| And the cities are lost to rain
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| When you wake up every day
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| To find nothing’s changed
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| But before you can speak
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| You will learn that it’s all the same
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| And the dreams that you will have
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| Are public domain
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| Now the time that is gone
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| Doesn’t matter to anyone
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| When the country lanes are decked
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| With the time yet to come
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| Well the world is exhausted
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| And the wreckage is all around
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| But the arc of your life
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| Could still be profound
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| Don’t be afraid to die
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| Don’t be afraid to be alive
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| Don’t be afraid to die
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| Don’t be afraid to be alive
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| Don’t be afraid |