| Won’t say I love you babe
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| Won’t say I need you babe
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| But I’m going to get you babe
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| And I will not do you wrong
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| Living’s mostly wasting time
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| And I waste my share of mine
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| But it never feels too good
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| So let’s not take too long
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| I’m as soft as glass and You’re a gentle man
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| We got the sky to talk about
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| And the world to lie upon
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| Days up and down they come
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| Like rain on a conga drum
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| Forget most, remember some
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| But don’t turn none away
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| Everything is not enough
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| Nothing is too much to bear
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| Where you been is good and gone
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| All you keep’s the getting there
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| To live is to fly low and high
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| So shake the dust off of your wings
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| And the sleep out of your eyes
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| It’s goodbye to all my friends
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| It’s time to go again
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| Think of all the poetry
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| And the pickin' down the line
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| I’ll miss the system here
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| The bottom’s low and the treble’s clear
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| But it don’t pay to think too much
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| On the things you leave behind
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| I may be gone but I won’t be long
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| I’ll be bringing back the melody
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| And the rhythm that I find
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| We all got holes to fill
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| And them holes are all that’s real
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| Some fall on you like a storm
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| Sometimes you dig your own
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| But choice is yours to make
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| Time is yours to take
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| Some dive into the sea
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| Some toil upon the stone
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| To live is to fly low and high
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| So shake the dust off of your wings
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| The sleep out of your eyes |