| Well, you like what you’re given
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| A lot of us are standing in line
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| And you find that you’re missing
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| What others thought you had all the time
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| And it’s high but you’re reaching
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| The trees are getting harder to climb
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| So you try to begin there
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| Cause life is such a wonderful slide
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| You’re hanging around the day
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| You’re fooling yourself with blame
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| You’re taking it all to a future sight
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| Hanging around the day, but God only knows what you’re missing
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| Well, you know where you’re going
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| And knowing is a comfortable fight
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| And your wish is pretending
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| To slightly move over the light
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| And you sigh at the rainbow
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| That’s coming from the other side
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| And you slide with the message
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| This trouble seems to give me some life
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| You’re hanging around the day
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| You’re fooling yourself with blame
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| You’re taking it all to a future sight
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| Hanging around the day
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| You’re hanging around the day
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| You’re fooling yourself with blame
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| You’re taking it all to a future sight
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| Hanging around the day |