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Movin' round the grand design |
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Gettin' stranger every day |
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Knowin' that our time will come |
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And it might not be so far away |
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Wonderin' where to draw the line |
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Believin' that the water just might turn to wine |
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You can get yourself in trouble |
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Livin' out other people's lies |
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When they tell you how the price is bound to double |
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Here's friendly word to the wise |
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There's a fine print on that guarantee |
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Things ain't what they appear to be |
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And we're living like there ain't no tomorrow |
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Dealin in some dangerouse times |
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And it comes right down to beg steal or borrow |
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To try and make the daily bread |
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And keep up with this daily grind |
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Never been much for givin' up |
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I take my chancesa as they come |
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But the days are long and the nights are gettin' rough |
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What's livin' when you're always on the run? |
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They'd have you think than you can choose |
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Tell you how you're sure to win -- you just can't lose |
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And if you think they can walk on water |
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You been listenin' to too many lies |
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'Cause we're living like there ain't no tomorrow |
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Dealin in some dangerouse times |
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And it comes right down to beg steal or borrow |
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To try and make the daily bread |
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And keep up with this daily grind |
