| She
left her home that morning |
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running just a bit behind.
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Brushed her hair back from her face,
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hoped traffic would be kind.
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But a bus was stalled in midtown
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she was going to be late.
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Was it all an inconvenience
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or another twist of fate?
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High upon the 90th floor
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with a grin from ear to ear.
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Was a man with everything to win
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well dressed and well prepared.
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He arrived an hour early.
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this would be his golden chance.
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To seal the deal that morning,
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and tonight go out to dance.
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Bridge:
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In a 9 to 5 day shuffle, all seemed
to go as planned.
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But now we sit befuddled just trying
to understand.
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Chorus:
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Still we fail to see this simple
point
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that life is but a mist.
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Marked by ones we wont forgive,
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and ones we failed to kiss.
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There's a fireman, who's a daddy,
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to coach tonight. |
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So he races quickly past the crowd
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and ascends another flight.
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But the walls around him crumpled
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as the towers toss and jerk
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He wont make the game tonight,
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hed be buried in his work.
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At a terminal up at Logan
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pressed up against a wall.
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With his baggage waiting to be checked
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he'd heard the final boarding call.
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He would miss his flight that morning,
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as hard as he would try,
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someone else would take his seat,
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that someone else would die.
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Bridge:
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In a 9 to 5 day shuffle, all seemed to go
as planned.
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But now we sit befuddled just trying to
understand.
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Chorus:
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Still we fail to see this simple point
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that life is but a mist.
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Marked by ones we wont forgive,
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and ones we failed to kiss.
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