| I live my life on a what if
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| I languidly drift
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| I don’t find it painful
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| You know
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| And if something falls out of the sky
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| I’m accepting it
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| Am I fortunate or not
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| I don’t know
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| Cause every day another could be
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| I count the hours of my last sleep
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| 6 or 7 and I’m sweet
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| Cause other winds much colder
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| And wishing wells much drier
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| Nothing happens on their streets
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| Those things I think about
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| When I think about you
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| Most things I can live without
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| But I can’t live without you
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| I’ve had a lot to think about
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| The conclusion I’m without
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| Some call it running away
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| I know
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| I think I might feel alive
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| These toxins still reside
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| Believe me when I say I’ve tried
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| To let um go
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| Cause every day another could be
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| I count the hours of my last sleep
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| 6 or 7 and I’m sweet
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| Cause other winds much colder
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| And wishing wells much drier
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| Nothing happens on their streets
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| Those things I think about
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| When I think about you
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| They do me no good
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| Most things I can live without
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| But I can’t live without you
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| Though I should |