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I
contemplate on the vagrant state |
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As your
knock runs through my door |
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Hello old
friend... did I know you then? |
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I was
hurt and you were sore |
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Now
you're back again but I don't know when |
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What was
less has left me more
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They all come 'round |
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They all crawl by sooner or later |
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They all come 'round |
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They all come 'round
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The
past's a glass full of empty days |
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I can't
drink it down no more |
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I'm
lifting off to a finer phase |
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Than your
future holds in store |
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And I
won't resist what I might have missed |
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All must
come that's gone before
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They all come 'round |
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They all crawl by sooner or later |
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They all come 'round |
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They all come 'round
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I won't
count the cost of what's lost as lost |
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Screw
that losing attitude |
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I'll just
wait a while for a change of style |
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As I
boost my altitude |
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I'll be
flying high on the bye and buy |
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You'll be
cooking in the nude
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They all come 'round |
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They all crawl by sooner or later |
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They all come 'round |
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They all come 'round
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