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Here today |
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Gone tomorrow |
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Thinking ahead to the next best thing |
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Living against the grain of the here and now |
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We never learn |
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We never let ourselves |
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Why don't we travel with the wind |
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And pretend that the branches are waving |
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Why don't we let ourselves unwind |
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'Til our hearts begin to sing |
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Like the kite at the end of its string |
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We're not sure what this is or why it's here |
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But we're glad it is |
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Turn your back and sure enough that thing is gone |
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For good |
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Why don't we travel with the wind |
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And pretend that the branches are waving |
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Why don't we let ourselves unwind |
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'Til our hearts begin to sing |
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Like the kite at the end of its string |
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Here today |
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Gone tomorrow |
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Thinking ahead to the next best thing |
