| Far across the ocean
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| In China or Japan
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| People live so differently
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| But what I’m trying to understand
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| Is when you’re struck with trouble
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| When you feel the pain of life
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| Oh please tell me
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| How do you get by?
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| Today you are not with me
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| No, you had to go
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| But you left with him so quickly
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| As if you wanted me to know
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| That without you I am nothing
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| That without you I would fall
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| But now I’ve learned my lesson
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| So it’s time for you to call
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| Call me up
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| And tell me how to get by
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| Because it raises up from underground
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| Swallows me up pound for pound
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| Dragging me on down to hell
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| The way I feel I might as well
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| I’ve read books on mind and matter
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| On philosophy and art
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| I’ve read poems, songs and fables
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| That may tell you about the heart
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| Oh, but when you’re struck with trouble
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| When you feel the pain of life
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| There’s only one thing that I can tell you
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| And you will know this when you fall
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| That when you’re tired of living
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| It’s best to be afraid to die
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| So for now
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| That’s how I’ll get by |