| I suppose that life goes
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| The way that it goes and you’ll notice it gets better
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| Each time, that you’re mine
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| So once you’re done, come get us
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| There’s always something I can do
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| And trust me, when gotten right
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| We’re tenfold, to that same old, plain routine
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| From night to night
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| And trust me, it feels like an uproar in encore
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| When you ask of me
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| To walk that line
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| I suppose that life goes
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| The way that it goes
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| And you’ll notice you get fed up pretty quick these days
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| So once you’re done come get us
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| There’s always something I can do
|
| And trust me, when gotten right
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| We’re tenfold, to that same old, plain routine
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| From night to night
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| And trust me, it feels like an uproar in encore
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| When you ask of me
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| To walk that line
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| So tell me when you’re worked up
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| Take over my whole week
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| 'Cause I’m only here playing up
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| So that I can come and fall at your feet
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| Tell me when you’re worked up
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| And take over my whole week
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| 'Cause I’m only here playing up
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| So that I can come and fall at your feet
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| There’s always something I can do
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| And trust me, when we get it right
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| We’re tenfold, to that same old plain routine from night to night
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| And trust me, it feels like an uproar in encore
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| When you ask of me
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| To walk that line |