| Life’s been so good to me
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| Has it been good to you?
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| Has it been everything
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| That you expected it to be?
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| Was it as good for you
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| As it was good for me?
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| And was it everything
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| That it was all set up to be?
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| (Now, is that gratitude?)
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| Now, is that gratitude?
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| Or is it really love
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| Some kind of reality
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| That fits just like a glove
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| Now, is that gratitude
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| For everything I’ve done
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| Or is it something else
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| That’s got me on the run?
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| In the middle of a big tornado
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| On the tip of everyone’s tongue
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| In the belly of a giant whale
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| All the girls just wanna have fun
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| In the look of a frightened neighbor
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| In a big, warm bed at night
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| In a broken elevator
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| In the teeth of a dog that bites
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| In the middle of a revolution
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| In the look of a child’s face
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| In the silence of the dinner table
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| In the stillness of disgrace
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| I used to eat little girls I knew
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| For breakfast
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| I used to fly high up in the sky
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| I used to chew up rocks and
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| Spit out gravel
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| I had a heart as cold as ice
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| But when I think of you
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| And what you’ve done to me
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| You took away my hope
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| You took away my fantasy
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| I once had lots of pride
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| The world was in my hands
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| I lived way at the top
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| Of castles made of sand
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| Ooh…
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| I dream of you sometimes |