| The heavens are smiling upon us
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| The great, white, toothless grin of the newborn and the dying here among us
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| We are starting the living again
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| You have stopped your shivering
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| You won’t go to the lake in the mirror again
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| The sea stops tonight and all her little children are hanging tight
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| As I have stopped my moon-walking, glad to say
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| It’s oh so tired, and so am I, of stalking yesterday
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| The past will rust in peace
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| The past will rust in peace
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| As the heavens are smiling upon us
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| The goodnight, toothless grin of the newborn and the dying here among us
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| We are starting the living again
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| It’s been one lousy couple of months, but now we are coming out of the dumps
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| And everything is calling our names, though the sunshine units are here to stay
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| Like Adam makes small talk with Eve on their six-month anniversary
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| They will go home in separate cars
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| Yes, they will sleep under separate stars
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| You have stopped your shivering
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| You won’t go to the lake in the mirror again
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| The sea stops tonight and all her little children are sleeping tight
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| As I have stopped my moon-walking, glad to say
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| It’s oh so tired, and so am I, of stalking yesterday
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| The past will rust in peace
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| The past will rust in peace
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| As the heavens are smiling upon us
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| The ghost white, shit-eating grin of the newborn and the dying here among us
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| We are starting the living again
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| We are starting the living again
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| We are starting the living again |