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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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every fool that falls |
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falls slightly faster |
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than the apple on the master |
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quietly napping by a tree |
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end everytime he falls |
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he finds some reason, |
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some disgraceful mechanism, |
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to get up and fall again, |
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then he will say |
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i'm not going home, |
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today might be day |
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i'm coming to the end of something |
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yet it's early to let go |
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now the beggar and the lover |
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are smiling to one another |
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like they never did before |
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with every winter gone i write a letter |
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and if i was to live forever |
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i would do it all the same |
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it is addressed to some fool in the future |
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one that's older and much looser |
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just in case he will forget |
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he used to say: |
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i'm not going home, |
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today might be day |
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i'm coming to the end of something |
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yet it's early to let go |
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now the beggar and the lover |
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are smiling to one another |
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like they never did before |
