My Best Guess

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[Verse 1]
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I've been thinking myself sick
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Waiting for the plot to thicken
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Rolling around for miles unnumbered
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Unencumbered by style
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Oh, what a time now to show up
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Way too late to grow up
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Way too late to take the dive
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So I'll shoot the sky instead


[Chorus]
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Stay up late, shoot the moon
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Do the things we used to do

When we was just young and anxious
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Heinous with happiness
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We was born to be great
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Or just born a little too late

For the rock of ages, ain't it 
strange
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Just my age and my best guess

[Verse 2]
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Jack, he left the monastery
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Went on off to Woodstock
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Took his younger sister
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Now she plays guitar
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He went on to raise three daughters
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I fell in love with the youngest
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We just listen to his stories
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Get our daily bread

[Chorus]
        C
Stay up late, shoot the moon
F                        C
Do the things he used to do

When he was just young and anxious
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Heinous with happiness
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He was born in a long line
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Or just born right on time

For the rock of ages, ain't it 
strange
        G                C
Just his age and his best guess

[Bridge]
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How could I know
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Where I may go
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When hardly do I know from where I 
come?
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But if this America is any 
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indication
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I was born into one great, big 
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vacation
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A great house, on a great lake,
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At a great rate I can't (can?) 
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afford

[Chorus]
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So I stay up late, I shoot the moon
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I do the things I have to do
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To feel my nature, to ease this 
collective pain
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And if one day I drown
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I do pray you lay me down
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And say, he was sound, he was strong
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One good link upon the chain

[Otro]
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Then you stay up late, you shoot the
 moon
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Do the things you have to do
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To feel your nature
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To feel some connectedness
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You were born not to lose
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Or just born a little too soon

For the rock of ages, ain't it 
strange
           G                  C
Just your age and your best guess