The first part of every day for me is good
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I've got the bus stop in my neighborhood
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Everything's on purpose, everywhere they go
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Hiding in my car and running in the snow
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Running with the friends they'll know for years
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I've seen it all from here, from here
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It happens every day, before they go to school
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They play until the bus drives up beside my lawn
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And there's always been a mother who waits till they are gone
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Then she turns away, Happens every day
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Noon comes and turns this campus upside down
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I watch the students in this college town
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You would think they're carefree, I have seen their trials
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Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles
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Even underlining Nabokov, When I am not in love, in love
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It happens every day, with their journals and cafes
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Looking up at their reflections on the other wall
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With every new idea, wondering if they've changed at all
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Then they look away, it happens every day
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Life is as hard and as easy as they say
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Walking the steps we've chosen on this day
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Some will be outrageous, some have rarely shown
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Some will walk in couples, some will walk alone
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As I think about the world I see
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They stare and smile at me, at me
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It happens every day, at the crossing of the street
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Looking out to see what's new and what is just the same
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And the only word for love is everybody's name
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And that will always stay, happens everyday
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And every day will happen without you
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It Happens Every Day
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| Dar Williams |
