| Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
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| Living isn’t really giving
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| Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
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| Living isn’t really giving
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| But I don’t care how long it takes
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| For the days to get nice
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| 'Cause me and my friends, you know we’re ready
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| And willing to pay the price
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| Oh, la la la …
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| Way deep down inside
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| I know I’m on a free ride
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| But when the green light turns to red
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| Who is living, who is dead
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| They’ve taken out the river
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| And they’ve put in a cement road
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| It’s made the going a whole lot lighter
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| But made a much heavier load
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| I don’t know how long I can go on like this
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| Don’t know how long I can go on like this
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| Don’t know how long I can go on like this
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| I see the light switch on the wall
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| With no legs I’m still tall
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| We might not make it at all
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| I can see the river and the little place where I would swim
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| Where did it all begin
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| I wish I knew
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| Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
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| Living isn’t really giving
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| Isn’t really giving
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| Isn’t really giving |