Becky's playing a piece by Gershwin on her old piano
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She's been playing since her childhood, "Too long to recall..."
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but the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the same
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she played when she could barely sit still, back in `69,
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when the keys made her hands look small
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And she built her dream around symphonies and concertos
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around traveling the country, and playing the music halls
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four kids later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios
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but hey, to never dream is to have never lived at all
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Never lived at all
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Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of Chicago
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and for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old grindstone
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poured his money in the bank to feed the beast called portfolio
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Well, if time is money then success is a life alone
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You can look out at the skyline for some forgiveness
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When you invest in love, the same will be returned
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He has prided himself on a lifetime of spoken directness
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It took him forty years to hear the lesson learned
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Has he never lived at all?
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Never lived at all...
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Never lived at all
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The great American novel sits on top of Peter's kitchen table
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300 pages on a town he built inside of his head
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He signs the cover page, uncorks the bottle with the dusty label
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pours his wife a glass, she says "Baby, bring the bottle to bed"
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At 6 AM he's out fighting the cars on the freeway
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and fighting his manuscript, has he written his own downfall?
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But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the seal of each envelope
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Better to live in hope than to never have lived at all
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To never live at all
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Never live at all
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Never Lived at All
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Ellis Paul |