| I lost my shoes I lost my wife
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| I lost my keys I lost my kite
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| And though I’m young at heart I’m so much older
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| Subway eyes and banked up skies
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| And violent towns and frozen pies
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| And all them football crowds who lost are cold now
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| But you’re the same as you and I’m the same as me
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| And hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine
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| Reasonably fine, at least to beat my drums in time
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| Suddenly I’ve realized
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| That I won’t be here when I die
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| And life upon this plain is somehow fleeting
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| Time and all it’s precious wine
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| Is somehow primed to make us whine
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| And fret even then when we should be sleeping
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| But you’re the same as you and I’m the same as me
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| And hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine,
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| Reasonably fine, at least to play my pretty chimes
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| Empty cries and hollow toots
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| And all the signs that have no use
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| And fingers point accusingly are sinning
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| Humourless hypocrisy
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| And all the crimes we didn’t see
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| The sigh that knows the devil might be winning
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| But you’re the same as you and I’m the same as me
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| And hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine,
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| Reasonably fine, at least to let my music shine
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| And maybe it’s the greatest test
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| A man’s surrounded by his death
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| But reaches out and tastes the sweetest honey
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| That’s how you make me feel
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| I love you more than death is real
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| It’s sad but in the end it might be funny
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| That you’re the same as you and I’m the same as me
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| And hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine,
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| Reasonably fine, at least to leave an open mind |