| Do you worry when you think about the things that you are?
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| I do too and I’ve just realized it hasn’t got me very far
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| And that our dreams die with us in our hospital beds
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| All our long term plans get cut short instead
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| The only long term things we have are loneliness and stress
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| Cursing sunny days and praying for rain sure is getting old
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| And thinking that way never helped anyone, or at least that’s what I’m told
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| But all I’m seeing is the ones that I love
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| Struggling to keep their heads above
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| The waves that would drown me every time
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| If they weren’t there to pull me out
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| For what it’s worth none of this would be worth it
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| Without knowing that I’m not alone
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| But as the sun breaks through the clouds
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| And shines through the rain drops on the window
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| Right into our eyes we don’t feel a thing
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| Because we are too busy getting bogged down
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| In the minor details
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| Which makes it impossible to live in the moment
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| So we live every day like it’s our last
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| By drinking ourselves to death and we can’t get enough
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| «Dear Christ, to be born for this!» |