Out here its live and learn,
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so you can rush and earn,
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a peice of this pie.
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Its work today and rest tomorrow,
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but it's never tomorrow.
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untill we die.
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We strive to find contentment,
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and so often we miss it,
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when it's knocking at the door.
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We're too busy to open up,
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busy with other stuff,
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so we go on as before.
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Like a pencil you hold dear,
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but you lose behind your ear.
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You won't find it 'cause its already here.
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You can't see it with those
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eyes so tightly closed.
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Its right here in front of your nose.
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What are we fighting for?
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Are the spoils of war,
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all they're meant to be?
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We strive for 401k,
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but we could make a trade,
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for eternity.
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Put down those papers,
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put down that phone.
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Put down those fake diamond and imposter cologne.
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Yes, theres contentment.
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No, its not free.
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You have to lay down your anxiety.
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If you were trying to end change,
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you're wishing for the grave.
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This is the flux of things,
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in the rain you will get wet.
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And there is trouble yet,
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this is how we pay our debt.
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Running past the things you want,
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it was always here.
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You just closed your eyes and couldn't see it.
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Open your eyes.
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You'll see it's still here.
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But you can't chase this world and find contentment.
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It has a face, it has a name.
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Jesus Christ.
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What if I told you,
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you could live forever,
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if you'd lay it all down?
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What if I told you,
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you could live forever?
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Just lay it down.
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Dreams For Sale
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| Cool Hand Luke |
