| Life is short
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| But then again
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| It’s very long
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| I got lots to say
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| But that is easier said than done
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| I got lots of thoughts
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| But no idea
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| Where to go, where to run
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| We’re all the same
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| We all are individual
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| I’m so insecure
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| But wow, I love the way I look
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| This might be the worst song that I’ve ever heard
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| But it could be worse
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| It could be worse
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| 'Cause even when it rains, it pours
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| It’s overgrown
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| And even when the cup is dry
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| It’s overflowin'
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| And even when the writer stuffs his nose
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| He knows
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| And either way, and either way
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| And either way it goes
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| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| I feel like a child
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| But I feel like I’m 25
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| And I’m so scared of dyin'
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| It makes me feel like I’m alive
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| All we have to fear is fear itself
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| Alright, alright
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| I guess I’ll try
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| I guess I’ll try
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| 'Cause even when it rains, it pours
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| It’s overgrown
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| And even when the cup is dry
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| It’s overflowin'
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| And even when the writer stuffs his nose
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| He knows
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| And either way, and either way
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| And either way it goes
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| I’ve got a girl
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| Our love is pure like the sun
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| She can make me feel
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| Like I’m an idiot though
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| When she’s gone
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| I’m like a cat
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| But when she’s at the door
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| I’m like a dog, I’m like a dog
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| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la
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| 'Cause even when it rains, it pours
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| It’s overgrown
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| And even when the cup is dry
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| It’s overflowin'
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| And even when the writer stuffs his nose
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| He knows
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| And either way, and either way
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| And either way
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| And either way it goes |