| All of my life |
| All of my life, I was wrong |
| It's harder to fight |
| Harder to fight for what's gone |
| I said daylight will fade away |
| Tomorrow won't seem all too far |
| Soon, all of this time |
| All of this time won't be ours |
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| So if this ain't the life |
| I'll be damned, damned, damned |
| So don't touch that dial |
| We got plans, plans, plans |
| I swear to God I won't overthink nothing again |
| If this ain't the life |
| I'll be damned, damned, damned |
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| There's a fresh broken grave for a young twenty-three-year-old |
| Smiling like a child when I saw him last week |
| Now we're sat in little rows and going out to eat |
| I keep questioning God and pouring liquor on the street |
| I wanna buy more roses instead of four hoses |
| Check in on his mother and smell the begonias |
| I'll never make sense of it all |
| But one trip here is all that I got, so |
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| If this ain't the life |
| I'll be damned, damned, damned |
| So don't touch that dial |
| We got plans, plans, plans |
| I swear to God I won't overthink nothing again |
| If this ain't the life |
| I'll be damned, damned, damned |
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| Ooh |
| Ooh, ooh |
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