Are we having the time of our life?
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Are we having the time of our lives?
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Are we coming across clear?
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Are we coming across fine?
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Are we part of the plan here?
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Are we having the time of our lives?
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Are we coming across clear?
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Are we coming across fine?
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Are we having the time of our lives?
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Are we part of the plan here?
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We have the driver and time on our hands
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One little room and the biggest of plans.
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The days were shaping up,
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Frosty and bright.
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Perfect weather to fly.
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Perfect weather to fly.
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Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still
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Ring from the walls,
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we'd sing in the doorways,
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or bicker and row
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Just figuring how we were wired inside
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Perfect weather to fly.
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So in looking to stray from the line
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we decided instead
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we should pull out the thread that was
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stitching us into this tapestry vile,
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And why wouldn't you try?
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Perfect weather to fly.
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We have the driver and time on our hands
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One little room and the biggest of plans.
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The days were shaping up,
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Frosty and bright.
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Perfect weather to fly.
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Perfect weather to fly.
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Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still
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Ring from the walls,
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we'd sing in the doorways,
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or bicker and row
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Just figuring how we were wired inside
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Perfect weather to fly.
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So in looking to stray from the line
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we decided instead
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we should pull out the thread that was
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stitching us into this tapestry vile,
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And why wouldn't you try?
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Perfect weather to fly.
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Degenerates
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Moby |