| Well, I have heard the people say
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| You sleep at night and work all day
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| And though for some that song is fine
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| It’s not my tune, it’s not my rhyme
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| I’ve done it right, I’ve done it wrong
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| But now I say I found my way
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| To wake up, to shake up
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| Well, here I go — I’m flying again
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| Down by the byway, gonna do it my way
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| And with my head up — I’m trying again
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| Holding to the one that I am
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| And when I hear the people say
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| The good old times have gone away
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| I throw a smile and sing this song
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| So they can see, they may be wrong
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| And I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong
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| But now I’m sure I’ve found the cure
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| To wake up, to shake up
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| Well, here I go — I’m flying again
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| Down by the byway, oh, I’ll do it my way
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| And with my head up — I’m trying again
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| Reaching for the sun, life has just begun
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| I’m holding to the song that I am
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| And I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong
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| But now I say I found my way
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| To wake up, to shake up
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| Well, here I go — I’m flying again
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| Down by the byway, gonna do it my way
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| And with my head up — I’m trying again
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| Holding to the song that I am
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| (Dank an Tobey für den Text) |