| You keep replaying through the days
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| That have brought you to this place
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| You shine your shoes and shave your face
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| Throw on a suit
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| You used to be some kind of joke
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| And all the depths you’ve come to know
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| You wandered down an open road and you kept going
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you
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| At just a quarter past the hour
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| Chatting up some friends of yours
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| You were standing side by side under the moon
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| Eleven sparrows on the line
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| A hundred fireflies outside
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| Your tired eyes were open wide and you kept going
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you
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| Eleven blackbirds in the sky
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| A hundred fireflies for miles
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| Your tired eyes were open wide
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| What could you do You keep replaying through the days
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| That have brought you to this place
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| You wandered down an open road and you kept going
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you
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| What happened to you |