| A whole year gone by so quick
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| Itching eyes and the warm is thick
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| With the dust of plant-life in lust
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| Wide awake in a sweat coz I just
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| Felt the fridge hum through the floor
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| Spring snuck in under the door
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| We’ve got nothing to prove which is more than I’ve got to lose
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| Ah — So why wait any longer for the rest of your life to start happening dear?
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| Because I’m feeling much stronger than the man that began at the end of last
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| year
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| So carefully, carefully
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| That old fear comes back so hard
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| Tired eyes as the sun leaves the yard
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| In its line of rise and decline
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| In my glass the night air replaced wine
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| I stand up and the garden chair creaks
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| Years and months come from hours, days and weeks
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| But this is not like before, fickle heart don’t give into the floor
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| Oh so why wait any longer for the rest of your life to start happening dear?
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| Because I’m feeling much stronger, than the man that began at the end of last
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| year
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| So carefully, carefully |