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Every day it's the same when they say that it might be the end |
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In the end when it ends then I'll listen to them |
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You wake up, go to work, go to sleep |
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Then you do it, you do it, if you're lucky then you do it again |
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Yeah, we walk through a world that we don't understand |
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When I look in your eyes I'm just happy I can |
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Yeah, we'll laugh and we'll cry and we'll lose and we'll win |
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We'll get through it and to prove it yeah we'll do it again |
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There's glory in the saddest story |
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Look at it, just sticks and bricks |
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Makes you wonder how the pieces fit |
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Where we're going where we've been |
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This ain't paradise we're living in |
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It's a diamond, it's a dirty plastic pearl |
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Ah, but ain't it a beautiful world |
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It's a shame when they say that it's been done and said |
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They keep digging that grave let them bury their heads |
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There's a kid with a dream and a sky full of stars |
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There's another first kiss in the back of some car |
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Turn the page and write the story |
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Look at it, just sticks and bricks |
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Makes you wonder how the pieces fit |
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Where we're going where we've been |
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This ain't paradise we're living in |
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It's a diamond, it's a dirty plastic pearl |
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Ah, but ain't it a beautiful world |
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They're running numbers out of the Spanish grocery |
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And Mary Mary says her rosary |
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Get a ladder, there's a cat up in a tree |
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Ah |
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The Pretzel man's wearing Gucci glasses |
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A widow spreads her lovers ashes |
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I'll hold on to you, hold on to me, yeah |
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We'll do it, we'll do it, yeah, we're lucky then we'll do it again |
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Ah |
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Look at it, just sticks and bricks |
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Makes you wonder how the pieces fit |
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Where we're going, where we've been |
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This ain't paradise we're living in |
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It's a diamond, it's a dirty string of pearls |
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Ah, but ain't it a beautiful world |
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Oh, ain't it a beautiful world |
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Oh, oh ain't it a beautiful world. |
