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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

Ben Folds - Still Fighting It

Good morning sun.. I am a bird wearing a brown, polyester shirt.
You want a coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo’s only 9.95…
It’s okay—you don’t have to pay. I’ve got all the change.

Everybody knows
it hurts to grow up.
And everybody does—so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what:
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it… we’re still fighting it
and you’re so much like me… I’m sorry.

Good morning sun. Twenty years from now, maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers. Then I can tell you ‘bout today, and how I picked you up and everything changed.
There was pain, sunny days, and rain.. I knew you’d feel the same things…

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up
and everybody does; it’s so weird to be back here
and let me tell you what: the years go on and
we’re still fighting it… we’re still fighting it;
you’ll try, and try, and one day you’ll fly …away.. from me.

‘morning sun… good morning sun… good morning sun…. good morning sun….

Good morning sun, I am a bird… (good morning sun…)

It was pain, sunny days and rain; I knew you’d feel the same things…

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up
and everybody does; ‘so weird to be back here
and let me tell you what: the years go on and
we’re still fighting it… we’re still fighting it,
oh, we’re still fighting it… we’re still fighting it…
And you’re so much like me.. I’m sorry.

These lyrics are by Ben Folds, from Still Fighting It. Posted at 5:34pm on 25 May 2006.
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