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Common as the cold - |
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Up for sale, never sold. |
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Getting older & it shows; |
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Your disappointment only grows. |
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& no one seems to care |
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that you never got your share - |
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Who said life was fair? |
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So smile - it's not so bad. |
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You lost your health - |
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Never had no wealth; |
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So tighten up your belt |
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As you gather dust upon some shelf. |
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You lost by just a nose |
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But there's no prize for place or show. |
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Now, at least, you know. |
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So smile - it's not so bad. |
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Tired out & broken down, |
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You've played the field & made the rounds. |
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Now you're stuck in this one-horse town - |
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Your only solace is the sound of melody & verse. |
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Though your bag's about to burst; |
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Others have it worse. |
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So smile - it's not so bad. |