Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles
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We charged into our futures with laughter and smiles
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As we traveled blindly the road became so thick
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No chance to change direction and we've laughed until we're sick
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Now I keep company with wicked evil men
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My generosity's brimming but I'm still inclined to sin
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My friends think I am crazy and I know that may be so
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But I'm as happy with a penny as coffers full of gold
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And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees
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And don't ever question honor among thieves
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The undergrowth has parted now the path is easily read
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It's lined with all the doubters regretting all they've said
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God bless all the dreamers and those who lead with soul
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For how can you know virtue 'less you fought out of a hole
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And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees
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And don't ever question honor among thieves
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Trickle of a chuckle as laughter starts to pour
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Bells begin to jingle the trickles now a roar
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Pan flutist, cloven dancer
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The Mischief Has Begun
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Laugh with me if it's funny, laugh at me if it's fun
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And I don't know St. Peter but I know he believes
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There's a place in heaven for jesters, dreamers & thieves
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Jesters, Dreams & Thieves
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| Edwin McCain |
