(McNabb)
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We are seldom fully contented,
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We may have this cross to bear,
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Where elation meets disaster,
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You can always find us there,
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Yes our wisdom holds the secret,
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Our foolishness the key,
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We are architects of innocence,
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Delinquents of prestige,
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Don't hold us down, don't cramp our style,
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This is lovers' day
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We build boats and planes to get here,
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Lined them up along the shore,
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To cross this sea of emptiness,
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Which will bring us to your door,
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While upstairs in the penthouse,
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Tigers paw the velvet suite,
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Witness intellect and playfulness,
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Now they're filed and obsolete,
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Don't hold us down, don't cramp our style,
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This is lovers' day
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Lover's Day
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