(Don Henley/Stan Lynch/Jai Winding)
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A lot of things have happened
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Since the last time we spoke
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Some of them are funny
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Some of 'em ain't no joke
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And I trust you will forgive me
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If I lay it on the line
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I always thought you were a friend of mine
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Sometimes I think about you
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I wonder how you're doing now
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And what you're going through
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The last time I saw you
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We were playing with fire
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We were loaded with passion
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And a burning desire
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For every breath, for every day of living
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And this is my Thanksgiving
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Now the trouble with you and me, my friend
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Is the trouble with this nation
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Too many blessings, too little appreciation
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And I know that kind of notion-well, it just ain't cool
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So send me back to Sunday school
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Because I'm tired of waiting for reason to arrive
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It's too long we've been living
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These unexamined lives
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I've got great expectations
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I've got family and friends
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I've got satisfying work
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I've got a back that bends
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For every breath, for every day of living
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This is my Thanksgiving
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Have you noticed that an angry man
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Can only get so far
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Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be
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With the way things are
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Here in this fragmented world, I still believe
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In learning how to give love, and how to receive it
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And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege
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Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge
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And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
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I wallowed in the springtime
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Now I'm welcoming the fall
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For every moment of joy
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Every hour of fear
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For every winding road that brought me here
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For every breath, for every day of living
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This is my Thanksgiving
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For everyone who helped me start
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And for everything that broke my heart
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For every breath, for every day of living
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This is my Thanksgiving
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My Thanksgiving
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| Don Henley |
