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| He wakes up in the morning | |
| Never changes a thing | |
| She thinks we look at each other | |
| But we never say a thing | |
| Goes to visit his mommy | |
| And remembers being small | |
| Take these chances | |
| Until a quieter time | |
| Driving in on this highway | |
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| People in every direction | |
| And all the little ants are marching | |
| They all do it the same | |
| Candyman teasing the thoughts of a | |
| Programs cutting the corners | |
| On the fence could not to offend | |
| Take these chances | |
| Until a quieter time | |
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