| Some folks are like umbrellas
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| They pass through your life with little meaning
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| And then there’s the ones who make you hang on to every word
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| Well she was one of the latter
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| She came into my room and told me things that matter’d, like
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| Everything that rises must converge
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| When so-called experts try to tell you that
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| Parallel lines will never intersect
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| Don’t listen to the man
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| Don’t you believe a word
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| I’m speaking from experience
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| Everything that floats is gonna run into something 'cause
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| Everything that rises must converge.
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| Some folks are like umbrellas
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| They pass through your life with little meaning
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| And then there’s the ones who make you hang on to every word
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| Well he was one of the latter
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| He came into my room and told me things that matter’d, like
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| Everything that rises must converge |