Winter turns into spring
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That won¡¯t mean a thing
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Unless you see every grain
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You have to watch every leaf unfurl
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Every new pretty girl
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Every boy win his name
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Oh, my life isn¡¯t the same
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The pleasure and pain are both sharper for me
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Oh, my life isn¡¯t a game
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I know where I come from
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I know where I¡¯ll be
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See the drunken kids dance
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It¡¯s their only chance
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To pretend they¡¯re free
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As the real world shoots them down
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Ten years from now
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They won¡¯t feel a thing
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Junkies, drunkards and whores
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They¡¯re sometimes bores
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But they¡¯re my best friends
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Clean and sober
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I¡¯ll stand with them all
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Waiting to fall
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Everything must end.
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The Straight-Edge Atheists¡¯ Hymn
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| White Town |
