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Trip Rogers
Copyright 2001


I had not lived long enough to be so old and tired,
but everybody's life comes with some assembly required.
You tried to let me down easy, as you burst my balloon.
You said "pickin' the scab ain't the same as healing the wound."

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Living in color, living hard and well.
Being still enough that God doesn't have to yell.
Kickin' out the blocks, Climbin' out of the box,
Living in Color.

I was quite relieved, more than a little surprised,
when you said it was OK to not be one of those guys.
I'm gonna cut out the TV, shut out the 3D, tear me off a chunk of soul,
so when I find the spot where my heart's got rot I got something to fill in the hole.

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A woman who did not know she was wise told me that she danced alone.
Now the sweetest meat in the soul of this life is the piece we cut close to the bone.
There're people passing through my little world, I hope it will always be that way,
?cause I learn the most when I ?m talking to folks who don't know they got something to say.

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