| There’s always somewhere to go
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| There’s always something to know
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| There’s always something to hide
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| And always things to find
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| There’s always something to mind
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| There’re always things far behind
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| There’s always something to fear
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| Rush it might disappear
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| I’d like to blow these clouds away
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| To make sure we get no rain
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| And let the sun shine on your way
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| To guide you through the day
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| I’d like to blow away your doubts
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| To make sure you do without
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| And replace ‘em with this refrain
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| To light you on your way
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| There’s always something to change
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| And usually in two million ways
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| But which one will make your day
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| You choose the wrong one anyway
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| No time to sleep or hug
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| No time to catch your luck
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| Prepared all day and night
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| But time is always tight
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| I’d like to blow away your doubts
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| To make sure you do without
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| And replace ‘em with this refrain
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| To light you on your way |