| They say the good die young but it ain’t for certain
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| I bin good all day. |
| I ain’t hurtin'
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| Not in any way
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| I’m too old to die young
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| I shouldn’t talk too loud
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| Bad luck is preying on the proud ones
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| There’s nothin' like lying in a graveyard
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| To teach you to hold your tongue
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| (Guitar turn around)
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| They say the Devil was an angel back in the beginnin'
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| So was I. Nobody’s pinnin' any hopes on me
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| I ain’t sayin' that they ought’a
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| I didn’t wanna change but the road kept slidin' in a funny way
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| And I kept ridin' on it anyway
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| Sometimes you do what you gott’a
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| What they say. |
| What they do
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| They’ll swear it is. |
| They’ll think it’s true
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| When they think at all but they ain’t willin'
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| If they cain’t think of what to say, they talk anyway
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| It’s all cliché, fast food for the brain but not too fillin'
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| (Guitar turn around)
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| They say time and tide will wait for no-one
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| The time it takes one tide to go one time
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| Around the world would leave you spinnin'
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| But the race is on between the tide
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| And the people livin' right beside it
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| No-one's drownin' yet but they ain’t winnin'
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| If words were wisdom, we’d all speak
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| And smarten up from week to week
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| Just sayin' «live and learn». |
| There’s nothin' to it
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| Friends in need are friends indeed
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| But the friends who think of what we need
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| They hardly talk at all. |
| They just do it
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| They hardly talk at all. |
| They just do it |