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GWon't say I lDove you babe GWon't say I nDeed you babe DBut I'm going to geAt you babe and I wilGl not do you wrongD
GLiving's mostly waDsting time Gand I waste my shaDre of mine Dbut it never feels Atoo good so Glet's not take too longD
You're soGft as glaDss and I'm a genGtle manA Dwe got the sky to taAlk about and the wGorld to lie upDon
Days up and down they come like rain on a conga drum forget most, remember some but don't turn none away. Everything is not enough nothing is too much to bear where you been is good and gone all you keep's the getting there. To live is to fly low and high so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes. It's goodbye to all my friends It's time to go again Think of all the poetry and the pickin' down the line. I'll miss the system here the bottom's low and the treble's clear but it don't pay to think too much on the things you leave behind. I may be gone but I won't be long I'll be bringing back the melody and the rhythm that I find. We all got holes to fill and them holes are all that's real some fall on you like a storm sometimes you dig your own But choice is yours to make time is yours to take some dive into the sea some toil upon the stone. To live is to fly low and high so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.