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[Verse 1]
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I can see myself it's a golden sunrise

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Young boy open up your eyes

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It's supposed to be your day


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Now off you go horizon bound 

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And you won't stop until you've found 

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Your own kind of way


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And the wind will whip your tousled hair

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The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, 

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Great tales of love and strife


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And somewhere on your path to glory 

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You will write your story of a life

[Verse 2]
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And all the towns that you walk through

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And all the people that you talk to

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Sing you their songs

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And there are times you change your stride

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There are times you can't decide 

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Still you go on


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And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes

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And share the secrets of the moon

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So soon you find a wife


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And though she sees your dreams go poorly

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Still she joins your story of a life


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[Verse 3]
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So you settle down and the children come

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And you find a place that you come from

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Your wandering is done


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And all your dreams of open spaces 

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You find in your children's faces 

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One by one


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And all the trips you know you missed 

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And all the lips you never kissed

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Cut through you like a knife


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And now you see stretched out before thee

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Just another story of a life

[Bridge] 
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So what do you do now? 

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When she looks at you now? 
  
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You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell

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You tell them to her now

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And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang

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You sing 'em to her now 

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But it don't matter anyhow 

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'Cause she knows by now

[Verse 4]
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So every chance you take don't mean a thing

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What variations can you bring

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To this shop worn melody

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And the years roll by like a tollin' bell

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It's battered merchandise you sell

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Not well she can see


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And though she's heard it all a thousand times

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Couched in your attempted rhymes

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She'll march to your drum and fife

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But the question that goes up before me

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Where's my magic story of a life?

[Verse 5]
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Now sometimes words can serve me well

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Sometimes words can go to hell

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For all that they do

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And for every dream that took me high

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There's been a dream that's passed me by

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I know it's so true


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And I can see it clear out to the end

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And I'll whisper to her now again

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Because she shared my life

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For more than all the ghosts of glory

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She makes up the story

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She's the only story

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Of  my life