| Once again I wake up alone on the wrong side of my bed
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| Once again you begin your dancing nakedly on the right side of my head
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| It’s for a lack of better words that I can hardly speak my soul
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| And I’m feeling what I’m feeling what I’m feeling when it’s time to lose
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| control, my love
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| And once again we’re off to war
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| But I can’t agree with what we’re fighting for
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| And that’s not all because every time she smiles I see her soul
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| And I smile, what a wonderful life
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| It’s true I used to try, but then I gave up
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| I learned it doesn’t really matter, what I do ain’t enough
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| To appease or to please, all my well-meaning deeds
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| Seem to all go up in smoke
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| And every time I’m looking through these smoke filled skies
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| I wonder what she’s doing, why I volunteered to die
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| But tonight I will fight for my life
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| So I might see my wife again
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| I explained to her that I’d be back
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| When I gave my word that the fighting wouldn’t last
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| But despite my pact, I know that every breath I draw might be my last
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| And I smile, it’s been a wonderful life
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| Goddamn, another summer in the city and
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| I’ve never seen a girl look so pretty as you
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| When you smile, oh, you’re wild, for a while
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| I was hoping I might see you again
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| I know that everybody’s willing to go
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| But I find I’d turned it all and leave on a dime
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| If I leave tonight, screw what’s right
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| I can make it home by dawn
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| And I was told, «boy, prepare for war»
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| But they failed to mention what I’d be fighting for
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| So I fight for this, the fact that as I pass away I’ll feel her kiss
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| And I sigh, what a wonderful life
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| Me oh my, what a wonderful life
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| Oh, to die for such a wonderful life |