now I've found a little time
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to take a look back
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from the caboose
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and follow the tracks of my life
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they're tangled about lying true
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and I know it's just me
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and my point of view
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but those are the
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important two
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I don't need to check with the crowd
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wouldn't it be nice to be proud
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a door was open
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and into the night
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I jumped through
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and turned on the light
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I started to see
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thought it wasn't that bright
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I saw a island sky
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but it wasn't all blue
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my answers weren't right
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but I didn't wanna lose
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so I'd put up a fight
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and scream out loud
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wouldn't it be nice to be proud
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and when it all is clear
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your time to repair disappears
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taking with it chances left untried
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I see my friend
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huddled together
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tryin to stay warm
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in nasty weather
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we'd beat the odds
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whenever they'd call
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and all the jokes
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I played on my friends
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never did get
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me in the end
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I guess I was
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given more than allowed
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wouldn't it be nice to be proud
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Wouldn't It Be Nice To Be Proud
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| Evan And Jaron |
