| I’m 44 years old and life ain’t golden
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| Like Jill Scott said
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| When you got no cash
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| Got no check book, got no credit card
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| Life is pretty hard
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| I’m sure you can see that and plus under-rated, plus bear knock-backs
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| Been shown the door cause they talking 'bout cutbacks
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| And you think «what next?» |
| left or the right door
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| Key in the door but the door won’t open and heartbeat frozen
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| Look to the heavens, but nobody’s coming and the pie’s in the oven
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| So you stop mind wandering, and back to the present
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| It’s a dinner for one with the dimmer lights on
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| And you’re trying get atmosphere
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| Like she was here, but she’s long gone
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| Like Rocky Balboa and Adrian
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| Teardrops while you sip on the Evian
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a licence to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it
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| I gotta move man, but it’s hard when you’re glued in place;
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| I so desperately wanna leave this pace
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| In a steamy hot bath I just hide my face;
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| The world looks different underwater
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| I could’ve had a son or a daughter
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| When I had the chance took a trip to Majorca
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| Life is a funny thing with the twists and turns
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| And in the bad times it just breaks and burns
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| But as you get older you just live and learn
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| You shrug your shoulders and be the bigger man
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| But I remember, nights in December
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| Fairy lights and torn up wrapping paper and happy times
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| Now it’s happy slaps and «how big’s your gat?» |
| and all that crap;
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| I’m like allow that
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| I know there’s reason to part but I’ll get through
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| If I just remember that:
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it
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| I know
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| Times are hard
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| You’re against the wall, and
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| Your head is down, but
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| I think
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| You’ll get there soon
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| Just have a little faith mate
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| It’ll all turn out great
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| Yeah
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| It’s all mapped out, like one of them Sat-Navs
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| You need to get over there, then down to here
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| Go down the road and left at the roundabout
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| Head out the window, so much to shout about
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| I’m naturally buzzing, allow pessimism
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| To burn in the flames like a phoenix has risen, well I hope so
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| That’s the plan in the end: get a nice house, a few true friends
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| A wife I can cry with, laugh and create with
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| Kids so beautiful they’re truly a blessing
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| But I’m just guessing, just speculating
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| Thinking out loud you know all that’s what I do
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| And I don’t know much but I know what is right
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| Don’t want regrets, going to try my best
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| But I’m only a man doing what I can
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| And I’ll go forth with these words in my hand, in my hand:
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it
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| No no no no no no
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| I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O
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| I just wanna live life and survive it |