| In every other song that I’ve heard lately
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| Some fellow gets shot
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| And his baby and his best friend both die with him
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| As likely as not
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| In half of the other songs
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| Some Cat’s crying or ready to die
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| We’ve lost most of our happy people
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| And I’m wondering why
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| Let’s think about living
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| Let’s think about loving
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| Let’s think about the whoopin'
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| And hoppin and boppin'
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| And the lovie, lovie dovin'
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| Let’s forget about the whinin' and the cryin'
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| And the shooting and the dying
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| And the fellow with a switchblade knife
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| Let’s think about living
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| Let’s think about life
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| We lost old Marty Robbins
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| Down in old El Paso a little while back
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| And now Miss Patti Page or one of them
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| Is a-wearing black
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| And Cath’s Clown has Don and Phil
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| Where they feel like a-they could die
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| If we keep on a-losin' our singers like that
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| I’ll be the only one you can buy'
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| Let’s think about living
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| Let’s think about loving
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| Let’s think about the whoopin'
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| And hoppin and boppin'
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| And the lovie, lovie dovin'
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| Let’s forget about the whinin' and the cryin'
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| And the shooting and the dying
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| And the fellow with a switchblade knife
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| Let’s think about living
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| Let’s think about life |