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Walking down the street with a sad face* |
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Always complaining about the rat race |
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Nobody said that life was free and easy |
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Your job it sucks, it's on the line |
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Your wife act mean, your kids all cring |
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I need something that's guaranteed to please me |
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But listen, I'll tell you |
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I'm glad to be alive and kicking |
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I'm glad to hear my heart's still ticking |
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So pass me the wine, baby, and let's make some love |
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Sometimes things don't work out the way you want |
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I don't know if I'm gonna laugh or cry |
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Your friends will never call you back |
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You're feeling such a sad sack |
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Like some snack that's gone all cold and greasy, yes |
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The car you drive a rusty wreck |
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It's always you that pays the check |
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Who said life was warm and peachy? |
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But listen, yeah, I'll tell you |
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I'm glad to be alive and kicking |
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My blood is up, my pulse is quickening |
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Pass the wine bowl but let's make some love |
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Sometimes things don't work out the way you want |
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I wonder why, I wonder why - ah yeah |
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Sometimes mistakes come back to haunt you, babe |
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And I don't know whether to laugh or cry, yeah |
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Yeah, come on |
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Got to be alive and kicking |
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Glad to be alive and kicking |
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Glad to have a pot to piss in |
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Glad to be alive and kicking |
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You got to be alive and kicking |
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Got to be... come on...come on.... |
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Got to be alive and kicking |
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Got to be alive and kicking |
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Glad to see the plot is thickening |
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Pass the wine, let's make some love |
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Let's make some love |
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Let's make some love |
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Let's make some love |
