| There was this guy, He was down on his luck
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| He was truly poverty’s child
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| Well, he had no home and he had no car
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| And he wore a weary smile
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| Moved out to L.A., knocked around for awhile
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| But he was going nowhere
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| Then he did this movie and it did really well
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| Now he’s a millionaire
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| You see life is a curious thing
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| You see life, ooh life, is a curious thing
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| I know a man who could paint the town red
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| Had a college degree in fun
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| 'Til the doorbell rang and long lost flame said
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| «This little boy is your son»
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| Gave him a suitcase and a bear
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| Left them in a cloud of dust
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| Now he’s checking out schools and driving car pools
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| Learning to adjust
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| He says life is a curious thing, yeah
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| You see life, ooh life is a curious thing
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| Well I know that it can be demanding
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| I know that it can be unkind
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| I don’t really understand it
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| But, Lord sure knows I try
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| See life is a curious thing, yeah
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| See life, ooh life, is a curious thing
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| Let me tell you 'bout a kid I knew
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| A pudgy girl back in school
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| She had greasy hair and geeky glasses
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| The object of ridicule
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| The other day in the check out line
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| They were ringing up my rice and beans
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| There she was just a pretty little face
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| On the cover of a magazine
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| Just goes to show that you never know
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| Just what tomorrow may bring
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| But I’ll tell you this that what it is
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| Is seldom what it seems |