Overlooking the canyon,
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Right from where I'm standing,
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I swear I see my former glory still burning
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It had every intent of returning
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There's years to planning and landing
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To prepare for jumping the canyon
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It’s not the death-defying, or cheering,
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It’s the thrill of clearing, barely clearing
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And if you see no hope for me
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I still see hope for you
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In the high rise of the morning
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The exception that proves my rule
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Still I'm tying up loose ends
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I'm tying them to a chance to defy them
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To protect and hide them, untie them
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These are not the ones you want to untie them
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And now I'm jumping the canyon
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After years of planning and planning
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It's the monumental challenge of feeling
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That you must fight before you start freewheeling
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And if I see no hope for me
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I still see hope for you
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In the wide eyes of the morning
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The exception that proves my rule
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And if I see no hope for me
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I still see hope for you
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In the high rise of the morning
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The exception that proves my rule
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Proves my rule
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Wide Eyes
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| The New Pornographers |
