| There were people on the sidewalks
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| Strolling down the avenues
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| They were sitting outside in cafes
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| We were looking for the muse
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| Well I was locked in by the system
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| Where no freedom is the rule
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| Now I spend all my time just trying
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| To make it understood
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| It once was my life, that’s what everybody said
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| All the things I used to do and the people that were friends
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| I’ve got to make it mean something at the end of the day
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| It once was my life, they can’t take that away
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| Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
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| Sometimes it looks like I’m on a ship of fools
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| It once was my life, when my message was just the street
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| Then it became something else, and now it’s incomplete
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| I’m just trying to get back to when
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| Can somebody please shed some light
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| It used to be my life, it used to be uptight
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| Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
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| Some days it just feels like I’m on a ship of fools
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| I’m back here on the boards, I can hear the engines roar
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| Everybody’s got to pay, some people got to pay more
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| Well you can tell the people anything
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| Spoon feed them anything you like
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| It used to be so simple, it used to be my life
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| Now everything is so complicated, just to speak or use the phone
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| Some people try to use me, just 'cause they don’t have their own
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| Don’t know who’s round the corner, trying to sell me some more tripe
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| It used to be my life, it used to be my life… |