| There isn’t much to gain
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| By living all the same way
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| The years just slip away
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| But it’s too late then to play
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| If you live from day to day
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| You can play the game your own way
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| There’s a million things to say
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| In a million places
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| For her it stays the same
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| Though a million towers have tumbled
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| And you can hear her pain
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| Voiced in a distant rumble
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| And when it starts to rain
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| All your monoliths will crumble
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| It’s always been the same
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| Don’t you feel a little bit humble?
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| She came up to me, she said:
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| 'Wanna know a mistery?
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| There’s a whole wide world for you to see
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| You’re just a player in the game'
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| Well I’ve nothing left to say
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| Except take the time to ramble
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| In a million different ways
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| There’s a million paths to travel
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| And when there’s something in the way
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| Take your time please remember
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| There’s hope yet in the rain
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| And a voice in distant thunder |