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Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, could've been a loser |
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Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, rather be a boozer |
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Standing at the crossroads, see where the wind blows |
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Following the white line, following my nose |
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You've been living on a razor's edge, soon as you learned to shave |
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Make sure you live, be a long time dead |
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Cradle to the grave |
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Ain't too good, don't look good, but it'll get worse |
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Don't look good, don't feel good, it's gonna take years |
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Life drives you nuts, babe, 'cause you ain't certain |
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Kicks you in the guts, babe, and leaves you hurting |
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Don't matter up or down, sideways, in or out |
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If it makes you feel good, do it, and then get out |
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Don't spend your life on your own bed |
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Cradle to the grave |
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Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, could've been a junkie |
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Ain't so bad, ain't all bad, could've had a monkey |
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You can't take it with you, not even if you earn it |
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So find out what you need babe, then you'd better learn it |
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It don't matter who you are, millionaire or whore |
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Just get out and scrape that jar, that's what they've got it for |
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You've been living on a razor's edge, one way to behave |
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Make sure you do it, it'll cut you dead |
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Cradle to the grave |
