| My life was once a joy to me
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| Never knowing, I was growing, every day
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| My life was once a toy to me
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| And I wound it and I found it ran away
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| So, I raced through the night
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| With a face at my feet, like a god I would write
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| All the melodies were sweet, and the women were white
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| It was easy to survive, my life was so alive
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| My life was once a flag to me
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| And I waved it and behaved like I was told
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| My life was once a drag to me
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| And I loudly and I proudly lost control
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| I was drawn by a dream, I was loved by a lie
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| Every serf on the scene begged me to buy
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| But I slipped through the scheme
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| So lucky to fail, my life was not for sale
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| My life is now a myth to me
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| Like the drifter, with his laughter in the dawn
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| My life is now a death to me
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| So I’ll mold it and I’ll hold it till I’m born
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| So I turned to the land where I’m so out of place
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| Throw a curse on the plan in return for the grace
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| To know where I stand
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| Take everything I own
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| Take your tap from my phone
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| And leave my life alone
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| My life alone |