| Living your lives in a fool’s paradise
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| And that’s not for me
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| I tell you, yeah
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| I’m high society
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| Living your lives in a fool’s paradise
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| But what can I do
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| I didn’t make this world
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| I was only born
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| That’s everybody’s attitude
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| Who’s life was torn, oh
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| (Life) is not what you make it
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| That’s what the upper class make it seem to you
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| Well (come on, come on now)
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| People, open up your minds
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| 'Cause this is what you wanna do
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| Living your life in a fool’s paradise
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| And that’s not for me
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| I tell you, yeah
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| I’m high society
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| Living your lives in a fool’s paradise
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| It’s part of growing up
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| A child shows much perception
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| But he’s born the victim
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| Influenced by poverty and bogetters
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| Drew strives for more, oh oh
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| More money, more power, more security
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| He stays so empty inside
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| So busy trying to get ahead
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live
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| Except for
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| Living your lives in a fool’s paradise
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| And that’s not for me
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| I tell you, yeah
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| I’m high society
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| Living your lives in a fool’s paradise
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| This is open to choose
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| Who’s life they’re willing to lose
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| But never
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| Will they fight their own war
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live
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| That he starts forgetting how to live, live, live |