| In this world there’s a whole lot of trouble, baby
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of pain
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of trouble
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| But a whole lot of ground to gain
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| Why take when you could be giving?
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| Why watch as the world goes by?
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| It’s a long enough life to be living
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| Why walk when you can fly?
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of sorrow
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of shame
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of sorrow
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| But a whole lot of ground to gain
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| When you spend your whole life wishing
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| Watching and wondering why
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| It’s a hard enough life to be living
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| Why walk when you can fly?
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of golden
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| In this world there’s a whole lot of plain
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| In this world you’ve a soul for a compass
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| And a heart for a pair of wings
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| There’s a star on the far horizon
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| Rising bright in an azure sky
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| But with the rest of the time you’ve been given
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| Why walk when you can fly
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| High
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| High |