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How our life would be
If you had made it, from Elmira to Kansas City
But instead you cried the whole way
Punching the wheel home
And I forget his name
But like Billy said
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time

So slow it down, cause everyone will wait for you
There's no fire, just the heat where the sweat never leaves
You never fully dry out
So stand still, the air will move and wash over you
And almost cool you off
Like you said, what the hell is the rush?
Well you, you're one to talk

Gone a little too soon
But I know you hated being late
And I guess you were right, right on time

And I'm still here
Still on this side of the grass
Lately I'm feeling halfway there
And that's a long time
For late lives and separate failures
And not much to show but a lack of passion
And I know I drove myself to this

But I think you already know
I think you already heard, at least I hope

How our life would be
If you had made it, from Elmira to Kansas City
And in the end, that's as good as it gets, man
And like you said, that's as good as it gets, man

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