| I will take the left fork
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| I will meet you ten years from this day
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| That way you cross her
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| Find yourself a good friend
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| Yes it’s hard to master
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| I have tried to follow every course
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| Now I learn faster
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| Implicate myself
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| You grow it chains me
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| You’re instincts to order
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| Let’s all retire for the kings and the queens
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| Love has no place in this sane book of reason
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| Spark and ignite so bizarre
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| Jane sleeps on tenterhooks
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| Some swear America adjusted her persona
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| Whispers leave her little town
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| Petrified of changes
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| Doesn’t want to burn out
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| Doesn’t want to live on problems
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| Implicates herself
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| You grow it chains me
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| You’re instincts to order
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| Let’s all retire for the kings and the queens
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| Love has no place in this sane book of reason
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| Spark and ignite so bizarre
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| Thumbing through the pages
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| We just talked and laughed
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| Spent a hazy night
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| Did I leave? |
| I’m sure
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| Then her before me in my own headlights
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| You grow it chains me
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| You’re instincts to order
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| Let’s all retire for the kings and the queens
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| Love has no place in this sane book of reason
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| Spark and ignite so bizarre |