| Oh, life is so peculiar
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| You get so wet in the rain
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| You get so warm in the sunshine
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| It doesn’t pay to complain!
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| When I get up each mornin'
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| There’s nothin' to breathe but aor!
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| When I look in the mirroe
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| There’s nothin' to comb but hair!
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| When I sit down to breakfast
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| There’s nothin' to eat but food!
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| Life is so peculiar
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| But you can’t stay home and brood!
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| Yes, life is so peculiar
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| A fork belongs with a knife;
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| Corned beef is lost without cabbage
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| A husband should have a wife
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| Life is peculiar
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| But as everybody says
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| «That's life!». |
| (that's life!)
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| Oh, life is so peculiar
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| The desert’s only got sand!
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| The oceans’s only got water
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| You never know where you stand!
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| When I get out to dinner
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| There’s nothin' to wear but clothes!
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| Whenever I get sleepy
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| There’s nothin' to do but doze!
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| Whenever I get thirsty
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| There’s nothin' to do but drink!
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| Life is so peculiar
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| That it makes you stop and think!
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| Yes, life is so peculiar
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| It’s so peculiar
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| A fork belongs with a knife; |
| (a fork belongs with a knife)
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| Corned beef is lost without cabbage
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| A husband should have a wife
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| Kife is so peculiar
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| But as everbody says
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| «That's life!»
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| That’s right! |