He sits alone in his perfect shack
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The lake beside him freezing
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The sun no longer shining
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Much past four o'clock.
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We are the selfish ones
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We are the lucky ones
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We are the needed ones
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She falls asleep, the book on her lap,
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"all things change to something new,
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Something strange."
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We are the selfish ones
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We are the lucky ones
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We are the needed ones
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We walk along with my hand on your back,
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The days behind receding
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Forward to a day when all we love will pass.
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We are the selfish ones
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We are the lucky ones
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We are the needed ones
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He sits alone in his perfect shack
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The lake beside him freezing
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The sun no longer shining
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Much past four o'clock.
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We Are The Selfish Ones
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| Cowboy Junkies |
