It's not that bad.
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We could have died.
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Chalk it up to being young
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Prove it was me.
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On a morning drive
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On a blurred headlight
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From the corner of my eye
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If only you were here right now
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Would you tell me...
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Wouldn't it be something if everything changed?
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Wouldn't it be something anyway?
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Wouldn't it be more than living anyway,
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If you and I would ever cease to be?
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(yeah... yeah...)
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Your summer dress
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In a late downpour
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And how it caught us on the stairs
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That tiny song you'd sing to me
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Keep saying...
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Wouldn't it be something if everything changed?
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Wouldn't it be something anyway?
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Wouldn't it be more than living anyway,
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If you and I would ever cease to be?
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(yeah... yeah... yeah... hold on, hold on)
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We bend or brake.
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You fall we scrape.
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I blame it all on being older now.
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I'm still singing...
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Wouldn't it be something if everything changed?
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Wouldn't it be something anyway?
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Wouldn't it be more than living anyway,
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If you and I would ever, yeah,
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If you and I would ever cease to be
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(yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...)
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Sunday Morning Song (Live In Salt Lake City)
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| Howie Day |
