| Life’s a paper to the flame
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| It’s the memories trapped inside
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| We see anything that we want to see
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| But all we’re really hoping for
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| Is someone will love us It’s the step we make when we give and take
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| It’s loved ones gone that did nothing wrong
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| When all they really needed was someone to listen
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| Without conditions
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| Life’s a paper to the flame
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| It’s a crazy fools game
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| Life’s a sweet song
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| With outlaws and angels
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| Makes us cry but we sing along
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| Life is a song
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| It’s a cigarette after making love
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| It’s a rainy day on your wedding day
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| When all you really wanted was blue skies and rainbows
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| It’s a mustard stain on your baby’s dress
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| It’s the flowers laid when we’re laid to rest
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| It feels like heaven is falling
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| Life’s a paper to the flame
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| It’s crazy fools game
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| Life’s a sweet song
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| With outlaws and angels
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| Makes us cry but we sing along
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| We’re all degenerates — working class
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| Yeah, we know who we are now
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| And the more things hurt the more they last
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| It’s the memories trapped inside
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| We see anything that we want to be But all we’re really hoping for is someone will love us Life’s a sweet song
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| With outlaws and angels
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| Makes us cry but we sing along
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| Life is a song
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| (Outlaws and angels)
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| Life is a song
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| Life is a song
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| (Makes us cry, makes us cry)
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| Life is a song
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| Life’s a paper to the flame |