| Thirty-one today
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| What a thing to say
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| Drinking Guinness in the afternoon
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| Taking shelter in the black cocoon
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| But it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| Called some guy I knew
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| Had a drink or two
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| And we fumbled as the day grew dark
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| I pretended that I felt a spark
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| But it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| No, it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| No, it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| Easter comes and goes
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| Maybe Jesus knows
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| So you roll on with the best you can
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| Getting loaded, watching CNN
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| I thought my life would be different somehow
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| I thought my life would be better by now
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| But it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| No, it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| No, it’s not, and I don’t know where to turn
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| No, it’s not, and I don’t know |