| Every day it’s the same when they say that it might be the end
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| In the end when it ends then I’ll listen to them
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| You wake up, go to work, go to sleep
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| Then you do it, you do it, if you’re lucky then you do it again
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| Yeah, we walk through a world that we don’t understand
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| When I look in your eyes I’m just happy I can
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| Yeah, we’ll laugh and we’ll cry and we’ll lose and we’ll win
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| We’ll get through it and to prove it yeah we’ll do it again
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| There’s glory in the saddest story
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| Look at it, just sticks and bricks
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| Makes you wonder how the pieces fit
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| Where we’re going, where we’ve been
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| This ain’t paradise we’re living in
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| It’s a diamond, it’s a dirty plastic pearl
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| Ah, but ain’t it a beautiful world?
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| It’s a shame when they say that it’s been done and said
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| They keep digging that grave, let them bury their heads
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| There’s a kid with a dream and a sky full of stars
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| There’s another first kiss in the back of some car
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| Turn a page and write the story
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| Look at it, just sticks and bricks
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| Makes you wonder how the pieces fit
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| Where we’re going, where we’ve been
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| This ain’t paradise we’re living in
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| It’s a diamond, it’s a dirty plastic pearl
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| Ah, but ain’t it a beautiful world?
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| They’re running numbers out of the Spanish grocery
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| Mary Mary says her rosary
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| We get a ladder, there’s a cat up in a tree
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| Ah
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| The Pretzel man’s wearing Gucci glasses
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| A widow spreads her lover’s ashes
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| I’ll hold on to you, hold on to me, yeah
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| We’ll do it, we’ll do it, yeah, we’re lucky then we’ll do it again
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| Ah
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| Look at it, just sticks and bricks
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| Makes you wonder how the pieces fit
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| Where we’re going, where we’ve been
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| This ain’t paradise we’re living in
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| It’s a diamond, it’s a dirty string of pearl.
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| Ah, but ain’t it a beautiful world?
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| Oh, ain’t it a beautiful world?
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| Oh, oh, ain’t it a beautiful world? |