Maybe love is all anybody
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Ever should believe in
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Maybe life is just something
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That employs us till we die
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Maybe all we know
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Is that the sun will come up every morning
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Maybe time can choose
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Whether to be earthbound or to fly
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Everybody thinks they've got it down
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I won't worry, the truth's always been found
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In your life story
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Maybe you're the one waiting
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For the ship to find your harbor
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Maybe you're the one looking
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Past the forest to the trees
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Maybe you still think
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The older that you get
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Life just gets harder
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Maybe you would trade everything
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For just one moment's peace
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Everybody strains to hear the sound
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Of their heart's calling
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Now you can write yours down
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It's your life story
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Gather up your telegrams
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Your faded pictures, best laid plans
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Books and postcards, 45's
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Every sunset in the sky
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Carry with you maps and string, flashlights
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Friends who make you sing
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And stars to help you find your place
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Music, hope and amazing grace
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Maybe what we leave
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Is nothing but a tangled little mystery
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Maybe what we take
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Is nothing that has ever had a name
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Maybe love will fade
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Like the parchment pages of our history
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Maybe life is made of flickers
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From some brilliant, burnished flame
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Everbody's waiting for a sign
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I won't worry, I think we'll be just fine
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In your life story
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It's your life story
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And my life story
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This is our life story
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In your life story
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Your Life Story
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
