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*Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
 
Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
 
Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
 
Drive carefully.  It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
 
If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
 
If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply be kind to others.
 
Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
 
Nobody cares if you can't dance well.  Just get up and dance.
 
Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
 
The second mouse gets the cheese.

When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
 
Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
 
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
 
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
 
We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
 
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

We need greater virtues to sustain good fortune than bad.*






\If you pull too hard
Then the string will break.
And if you leave the slack
Then the string won't hold.

So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.

Fill the glass to the brim
And it will spill out.
And keep on sharpening the knife,
And it will, it will be so blunt.

So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.

To be at one with all your life

So how can we find ourselves (So be)
Trapped in our own private hells (at one)
Where we just scream but no one can hear (with all your life)
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins (And do)
The treasure is found within (without)
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear (doing a thing)

Don't try too hard to understand
Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand.\


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