i wanted you to know
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the beauty of the way that we are living
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as people come and go
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they always leave us with something
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it may not be so good
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but we got marks
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we can keep
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and yes we got away
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cause you will find
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we're still here
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why do you look so strange?
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i always thought of you
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as being one of us so it must be true
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why do you look so strange?
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i always thought of you
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as being one of us
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i wanted you to know
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the beauty of the way that we are losing
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we'll keep an open space
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there's always room for that someone
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or just anyone
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what's here and what is good
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we will throw away some day
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and in times of looking back
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you will find
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you're like me
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why do you look so strange?
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i always thought of you
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as being one of us so it must be true
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why do you look so strange?
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i always thought of you
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as being one of us
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The beauty of the way we're living
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