| It’s a good time far bankers and winners and sailors
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| With their stories of jackpots and islands of pleasure
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| They keep their treasures locked in Iron Mountain
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| Locked in Iron mountain
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| They’re sailing through this transitory life
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| They’re moving through this transitory life
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| It takes a Iong time far a mouse to realize he’s in a trap
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| But once he does, something inside him never stops trembling
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| And grandma in the pancake makeup she never wore in life
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| Lies there in her shiny black coffin looks just like a piano
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| She made herself a bed inside my ear
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| She made herself a bed inside my ear
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| And every night I hear
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| We’re sailing through this transitory life
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| We’re moving through this transitory life
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| When the doctor says: congratulations, it’s a boy!
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| Where do aII the dream baby girls, those possible pearls, go?
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| Lorrine and Susan with the brown eyes
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| And lovely Irene and difficult but beautiful Betty
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| And tiny tiny Juanita?
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| They’re sailing through this transitory life
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| They’re moving through this transitory life
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| Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise
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| We run and run in this transitory life
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| Tipped off balance we fall like Iight
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| We land on water in this transitory life
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| We fall like light on water and water turns to ice
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| Everything keeps changing in this transitory life
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| Everything keeps changing in this transitory life |