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You were chasing him down Braodway on that white-hot July,
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'Cause he thought he'd got a message from some holy man on high.
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He said his chance had finally come; he'd done it on his own,
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He had to leave his past behind; the first thing that had to go--was
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home.
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You put him in an aeroplane and packed your life and clothes,
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You learned all the lessons that the suitcase lady knows.
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He said, "Something still drags me back from where I'm heading to,"
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You didn't really understand, 'til the next thing that had to go--was
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you.
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Some things are sacrificed and some things remain,
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Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain.
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Some things must pass away, and some things are regained,
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When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?
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You saw his picture in the paper, that disarming boyish smile,
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You sometimes had to swallow hard as you saw him on the dial.
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You heard him on a talk show, he was hearing no one else,
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Then suddenly you knew too well, the last thing he'd left behind--was
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himself.
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Some things are sacrificed and some things remain,
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Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain.
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Some things must pass away, and some things are regained,
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When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?
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So you pulled yourself together, friends and family said you should,
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You discovered you were doing things you never knew you could.
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And someday when he calls you, which you know of course he'll do,
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You'll just send him away again, 'cause the last thing you finally
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found--was
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you.
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Why Should People Stay the Same
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| Harry Chapin |
