| Oh precious life
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| How you loved to lie to me
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| So recklessly fragile
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| So beyond my power to see
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| And yet so demanding
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| By making me believe
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| That I am standing
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| In the way of my own reprieve
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| That all our days are numbered
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| No matter the amount
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| There’s a first and then at last
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| There is finally the fact
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| That the numerals just don’t count
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| And all our time is borrowed
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| No deposit, no return
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| And no promise of tomorrow or the next day
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| What was lent you can never earn
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| If I took care of you
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| And loved you all your days
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| I’d still have to let you go
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| Cause nothing ever stays
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| You taught me to stand
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| And then you left the job to me
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| Now as a man
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| I’m finally forced to see
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| That all our days are numbered
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| No matter the amount
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| There’s a first and then at last
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| There is finally the fact
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| That the numerals just don’t count
|
| And all our time is borrowed
|
| No deposit, no return
|
| And no promise of tomorrow or the next day
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| What was lent you can never earn
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| What was lent you can never earn
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| What was lent you can never earn
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| What was lent you can never earn |