| Life Goes On like a carousel
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| Life goes on a never-ending tale
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| Of love reborn, from the cradle warm
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| A web is spun for every mother’s son
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| Life goes on like a spinning wheel
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| Life goes on never standing still
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| The gods decide how blessed am I
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| The days to come for every mother’s son
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| And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
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| But if we leave a mark in somebody’s heart, what more can I say
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| Than I was a king for a day
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| Once the web is spun, for every mother’s son
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| Life goes on like a tapestry
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| Life goes on each thread a part of me
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| That master plan of who I am
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| A day will come for every mother’s son
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| And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
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| But if we leave a mark in somebody’s heart, what more can I say
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| Than I was a king for a day
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| Once the web is spun, for every mother’s son
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| A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows
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| That’s the way it’s spun, for every mother’s son
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| Every mother’s son |