| I fell so low
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| Some things you’ll never know
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| How odd to pray
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| Tried again the other day
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| C’est la, c’est vous
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| Got work in the afternoon
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| Born to die a thousand days
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| And, oh, to see what life remains
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| ‘Cause losing is a way of life
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| And building is another way of life
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says it all with his two hands
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| Man made me a wage slave
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| Time made me a gelatin
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| A day so nice
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| You can shake it off sometimes
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| And love is good
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| Mostly misunderstood
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| Like how we talk
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| Talking is also love
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| Born to doubt and see what it’s about
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| And, oh as I dance
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| I help myself to live
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| And if I don’t
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| To keep my self from loss
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| I lather a friend
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| A vial of peppermint!
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says it all with his two hands
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| Man made me a wage-slave
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| Time made me a gelatin
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says the man with his two hands bound
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| Says it all with his two hands
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| Man made me a wage-slave
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| Time made me a bitter one
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| An animal
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| An animal is what I’ve become
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| I fell so low
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| Some things you’ll never know
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| I fell so low
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| Some things you’ll never know
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| Born to die a thousand days
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| And, oh, to see what life remains
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| ‘Cause losing is a way of life
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| And building is another way of |