| Of the wonderful things that you get outta life, there are four
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| And they may not be many, but nobody needs any more
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| Of the many facts making the list of life
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| Truth takes the lead
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| And to relax, knowing the gist of life
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| It’s truth you need
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| Then the second is honor and happiness makes number three
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| When you put them together you’ll know what the last one must be
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| Baby so the truth, honor and happiness
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| And one thing more
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| Meaning only wonderful, wonderful love that’ll make it four
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| Don’t you know the score? |
| Well. |
| people, when they’re younger,
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| never realize the pleasure-treasure life’s got
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| But, as they grow older, realize a lot
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| They got their minds on all the wrongest scenes
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| An things that cost a lotta' money, but it’s really very funny;
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| they fade away and don’t' amount to a hill o' beans
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| Funny how the things in life we really should adore
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| We forget, or ignore — end up poor-
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| Spent a lot o' time on money and madness and end up in sadness
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| Youth is the time when we should see the light
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| Cause when we’re old wasted, the dues for what we’ve tasted run so high
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| That we pay ‘till we die-then we know that youth
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| that made us strong is wasted on the young,
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| So-enjoy it gaily!
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| Love life! |
| And live it daily
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| You’ll find a lot of things to bring you joy and give peace of mind
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| Get it while the gettin’s good, ‘cause every body, if they only
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| would, life would be a set-
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| Live would be a groovy set-groovy as a movie
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| Wail! |
| Wail! |
| Let your voice be heard. |
| Spread the work!
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| Every body’s hear’s got ears
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| Only gotta' teach em' how to use em-not abuse 'em
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| So take a tip from me: the world’s everything
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| it oughta' be as long as you can be sure
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| There is no more to life than same ol' four.
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| Hard to believe, I know, but time will show
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| That even though you think it’s boresome, two-and-two together constitute a
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| foursome!
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| That’s all -four is the figure-that's all!
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| Ain’t gonna be gettin' any bigger, doesn’t matter how you slice it up,
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| you’ll never change it
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| You count everything that fate throws into life potstill
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| really four is all you’ve got.
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| Haven’t they told you about he little pleasures that are part of all the rest
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| You live a little and love a little
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| And take a little and give a lot-still the total is happiness
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| But that’s only one -you've just begun; |
| there’s gonna be more
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| After this are truth and honor shinin'
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| And love combinin' to make it four-no more. |