| I used to think that the time would come
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| When I’d sit on a beach, soaking up the sun
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| I used to yearn for the lottery win
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| And the riches tomorrow might bring
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| I sat around and wished my life away
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| But now I know it’s all a show
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| And the end’s the same any way you go
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| So I won’t cry for good times I’ve missed
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| Cos it don’t get better than this
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| Time keeps slipping through our hands
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| Wasted dreams, forgotten plans
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| The sun comes up on another day
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| As the search goes on for a better way
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| Running around, looking for a place to die
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| But now I know it’s all a show
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| And the end’s the same any way you go
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| So I won’t cry for good times I’ve missed
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| Cos it don’t get better than this
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| Promises are hollow when they’re waiting for tomorrow
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| Your dreams go floating past, in the bottom of a glass
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| I sat around and wished my life away
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| But now I know it’s all a show
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| And the end’s the same any way you go
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| So I won’t cry for good times I’ve missed
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| Cos it don’t get better than this |