| Its the way that you repair the broken parts
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| Its the way that you assemble
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| and its wondering that keep the stops and starts
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| Oh, this still life has its virtues
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| 'cause everything in motion leaves
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| or is just left behind
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| and I don’t think it could hurt you
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| it gets colder
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| holding out
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| holding out
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| holding out
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| There are days when I remember what’s been lost
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| there are days that I have forgotten
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| like an old friend that moved to Canada
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| and I held it up and I held it out
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| and I stay…
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| Oh, this still life has it virtues
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| 'cause everything in motion leaves
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| or is just left behind
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| and I don’t think it could hurt you
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| Oh, this still life has it virtues
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| 'cause everything in motion leaves
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| or is just left behind
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| and I don’t think it could hurt you
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| to stay a little while
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| only for awhile
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| we’re crossing you in style |