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I go, down the beating track. |
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Long the river, with an empty bag. |
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At the end, she said to me, |
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why are you here, |
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with the autumn leaves? |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
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And this is my time, to stand. |
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And this is my life, my friend. |
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And i can't be, no one else. |
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I'm done, tipping on my toes. |
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Strike an iron and untuck my soul. |
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Misty moon you're gonna see, |
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I've got you blues to get on my feet. |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
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And this is my time, to stand. |
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(This is my this is my this is my) |
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And this is my life, my friend. |
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And I can't be, no one else. |
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I don't wanna run I don't wanna fight. |
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I don't wanna hide I just wanna |
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stay for real, to be me. |
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I don't wanna win, |
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I don't wanna loose. |
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I don't wanna play, |
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I just wanna remember, ooooh my name. |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
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And this is my time to stand |
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(this is my this is my this is my) |
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ooooooohohoh (this is my life, |
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my friend and this is my time to stand |
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this is my this is my this is my) |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
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And I can't be, no one else. |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
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And I can't be, no one else. |
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Cause this is my life, my friend. |
