“And so it is…just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me most of the time
And so it is…the shorter story
No love, no glory, No hero in her skies
…
And so it is…just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze most of the time
And so it is…the colder water
The blower's daughter, the pupil in denial…”
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