| Ooh
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| You don’t want me anymore
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| So I walk out of the door
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| I play the game right from the start
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| I trust you, you use me, now my life’s all torn apart
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| So I’m sailing, yeah I’m sailing on
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| I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
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| Sail on sail on sail on sail on — aaaaah
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| Tried to see if I’ll give up
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| But there wasn’t any luck
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| It’s a fact, a fact of life
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| That’s the game, game of strife everything is all in stride
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| So I’m sailing, I’m sailing on
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| I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
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| Sail on sail on sail on sail on — aaaaah
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| Yeah
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| So I’m sailing, yeah I’m sailing on
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| I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
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| Sail on sail on sail on sail on — aaaaah
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| Yeah la la la
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| La la la
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| La la la
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| Too many years with too many tears
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| And too many days with none to say
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| So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
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| The fact of life, life too short oh
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| There’s too many years with too many tears
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| There’s too many days with none to say no no
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| So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
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| The fact of life, the fact of life yeah
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| Too many years with too many tears
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| And too many days with none to say
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| So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
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| The fact of life, life too short oh oh |