You will never see me
Walking round feeling low
You will never hear, there
Goes a man who doesn't know
Too many roads to walk
Too many things to do
Too many words to talk
Moments too few
I don't think you know, though
You've been told a million times
It's not clear to see unless
You read in between the lines
Look out your window
When did it start?
Nothing's for certain
It's just a part
If you're feeling low, no
And your world comes tumbling down
If you see hard times, stop
Better take a look around
Good things must end
They never last
Look to tomorrow
Forget the past
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