| You sang your swan song to the dogs
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| 'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on
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| So you cut it out, well your sins cost
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| While money talks to your conscience, looking like a fool for love
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| How long must I wait
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| Before the thrill is gone
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| You drove your Rolls into the swamp
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| You stole away like a thief, reeling from the sticker shock
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| Of the price they put upon your soul
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| You buy it back from the burning ashes of the devil you know
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| How long must I wait
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| Before the thrill is gone
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| Dear life, come and pick me up
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| Dear life, I think the button’s stuck
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| Dear life, I think it’s gone too far
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| Dear life, please lower the bar
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| Lower than the stars
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| Dear life, I’m holding on
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| How long must I wait
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| Before the thrill is gone |