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Life wasn't so grand, |
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Until you threw a bone to me. |
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Life hasn't been bland, |
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Since you lifted the phone for me < bone from me? > |
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I wasn't gonna stand |
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For those violent waves of the sea. |
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I was so reluctant to grab |
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The silent < waves of the heat? ways of your __? > |
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And mistakes I was making. |
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That's life! |
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Frankie tried to tell ya, Jimmy introduced you to the scene. |
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That's life! |
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Sinatra's gonna spell it out, |
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Pursey' gonna wind up eating < beans? >. |
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That's life, that's life! |
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Try doing to yourself, as you would do unto me |
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<(And I'm hardly listening)> |
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Supply screaming for the shelf |
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That hangs above your sink |
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<(And don't bother undressing?)> |
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Cries brewing on your health |
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Have gotten intoxicating |
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(Crashing into my knees) |
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Sties stewing on your stealth |
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Will rot your well-being |
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(Stopping well short of Beijing) |
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That's life! |
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Frankie tried to tell ya, Jimmy introduced you to the scene. |
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That's life! |
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Sinatra's gonna spell it out, |
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Pursey' gonna wind up eating beans. |
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That's life, that's life! |
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That's life, that's life! |
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[Instrumental Interlude] |
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I'm trailing you the crumbs, |
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Of the currant white bread trapping. |
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I'm feeling every hump, |
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Of a wide tread tire marking. |
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I'm mailing in the hump, |
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To a wife's tired embarking |
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Save prayers for the dying, |
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And thoughts for the hemorrhaging. |
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And the atheists will sing, |
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That's life! |
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Frankie tried to tell ya, Jimmy introduced you to the scene. |
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That's life! |
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Sinatra's gonna spell it out, |
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Pursey' gonna wind up eating beans. |
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That's life, that's life! |
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That's life, that's life! |
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That's life, that's life! |
