The battle is over.
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Here we all lie
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In a dry sea of Solo cups
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With the sun in our eyes.
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But it's one of those endings
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Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more.
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What a great way to start the first day of the rest of my life.
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I guess the show's going on.
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So we pick up the pieces
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We dropped for a song
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And an ear-splitting headache
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That makes it hard to figure out which puzzle they're for.
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But I can leave this part out of the story I write.
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And there are worse ways to start the first day of the rest of my life.
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Roommates, friends, lovers - quiet.
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I'm coming to.
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I'm turning myself into something a little less promising,
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A little more useful.
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The battle is over.
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We lost, but we'll live to call off the war.
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Don't that ceiling look high from the floor?
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Don't it hurt just to move
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As we shrink from the light?
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As it pierces our bodies and thaws out our hearts.
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What a great way to start the first day of the rest of
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The rest of my life.
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Rest Of My Life
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Nickel Creek |