| It’s the lifestyle that got away, slipped right through my hands that day
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| The moon came up, the light came through the window of my old bedroom
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| While my parents were asleep
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| I imagined every way I could go with the blankets bunched at my feet
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| How a million models will present themselves with everyone you meet
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| I picked one, I couldn’t resist, it blazed upon my writing desk
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| A lifetime reflected there, in the glass from the ol' state fair
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| In the basket of my seat
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| And I’ve never been so loaded with life as I was in that moonlight
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| The reasoning sure, the future secure, and everything in sight
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| It’s the lifestyle that got away, it slipped right through my hands that day
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| When I think what might have been, it frightens me to sleep again
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| I got the outcome on repeat
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| I remember it well, the way it felt when the options wouldn’t quit
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| Now I watch them going, old men in clothes that someday might have fit |