| Enjoy what’chas got, not what you have not
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| 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow
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| When the days seem cursed, it could always be worse
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| Fight depression with sword and arrow
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| When the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound
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| And thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground
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| Just when yer thinking this may be your last
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| Throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast!
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| When the world ain’t right, and it smithes ye with strife
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| Ye can now buckle down, it’s a test they call life
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| Very soon you will see what kind of animal you’d be
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| Taking the bite outta life
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| When they’re testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog
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| Or they’re marching us out to a firing squad
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| We just smile and recall all the good times we had
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| It’s the best 'til tomorrow
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| It’s the best day 'til tomorrow
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| No considering surrender when yer down in the dregs
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| If ye look down and notice you still have your legs
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| So stand up and fight you just might seize the day
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| It’s the best day 'til tomorrow |