| Can’t hear myself think
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| Through the crashing of the rain
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| I’m passing judgment in the fast lane
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| Smoothing out a rough stone
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| Guess it comes with age
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| You start to wonder 'bout the time theft
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| How much of it you’ve got left
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| Comes in with the age now
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| When the dreams run dry
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| I will be where I always was
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| Standing at your side
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| Letting go of the reins
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| (We're all gonna die)
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| And when they’re closing up the door
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| Nobody wishing that they worked more (Hey!)
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| Don’t' bother with your suitcase
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| And we’ll beat the birds
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| Down to Acapulco Bay
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| Or Honolulu on hearsay
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| Running at our own pace
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| And I’ll be on your side
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| When the dreams run dry
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| When the dreams run dry
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| I will be where I always was
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| Standing at your side
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| Letting go of the reins
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| Reach for the summit
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| Of an ancient design
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| On the verge of eternal
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| On the heels of divine
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| If you stumble and fall (If you stumble and fall)
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| If the way can’t be found (If the way can’t be found)
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| We’ll just follow the moon, to the stars
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| To the sun, to the ground
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| And around, and around
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| And around
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| In the light, in the heat
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| Through the folds, and the bends
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| And again, and again
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| And again
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| To the moon, to the stars
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| To the sun, to the ground
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| And around, and around
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| And around
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| In the light, in the heat
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| Through the folds, and the bends
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| And again, and again
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| And again
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| And again |