| Life is a cement trampoline
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| A humble church, a melody that’s bittersweet
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| Oh the pain of almost havin' it all
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| Of comin' so close, five yards to go and droppin' the ball
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| Oh life, has been a guitar on my back
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| Bendin' strings and rhymin' things
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| What’s wrong with that, what’s wrong with that
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| Life’s a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| Life’s a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| Time it ain’t no magazine
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| It’s just a space we fill with faith and walk between
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| Oh and time, has been a thief and a friend
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| Sweetens the wine, oh and steals the night, mhmm
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| Decides the end, yeah it decides the end
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| Time’s a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| Time’s a song, live it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| Yeah life’s a song
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| Oh the joy, out here on this weary road
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| To hear your voice, to feel my home
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| God speed me home, God speed me home
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| Love’s a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| Love’s a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh
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| (Life's a song, turn it up
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| Turn it on, sing along
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| Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh)
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| Turn it up, yeah sing along
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| Life’s a song, whoa oh oh
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| Turn it up, turn it on
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| Yeah life’s a song
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| Turn it up |