Think of all that's come to pass
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And all the things that fall away so fast
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Had you tried could you have made them last
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Morning could not give again
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And soon enough those things that happen then
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Could only wait for your remembering when
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First think of this
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What you would miss
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Not what you become
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The scheme has no roots
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It sleeps on the roof
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Deciding its too drunk
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And though there seems no way to know
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I'd rather question when I'm old
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Away from all the reasons now
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I'd hope to deal with them somehow
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Along the way these words would scream
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But could they still remain unseen
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And now its left up in the air
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Think of all that's come to pass
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And all the thing that fall away too fast
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As you tried could you have made them last
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Morning could not give again
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And soon enough those things that happen then
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Could only wait for your remembering when
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Roulette
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Umphrey's McGee |