| People are queer, they’re always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
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| Why don’t they stop someday, address themselves this way?
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| Why are we here? |
| Where are we going? |
| It’s time that we found out.
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| We’re not here to stay; |
| we’re on a short holiday.
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| Life is just a bowl of cherries.
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| Don’t be so serious; |
| life’s too mysterious.
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| You work, you save, you worry so,
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| But you can’t take your dough when you go, go, go.
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| So keep repeating it’s the berries,
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| The strongest oak must fall,
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| The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
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| So how can you lose what you’ve never owned?
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| Life is just a bowl of cherries,
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| So live and laugh at it all.
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| Life is just a bowl of cherries.
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| Don’t be so serious; |
| life’s too mysterious.
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| You work, you save, you worry so,
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| But you can’t take your dough when you go, go, go.
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| So keep repeating it’s the berries,
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| The strongest oak must fall,
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| The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
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| So how can you lose what you’ve never owned?
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| Life is just a bowl of cherries,
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| So live, love, count your lucky stars above
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| Live and love and laugh at it all. |