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Six a.m., the sun is coming up |
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And I'm sitting on a bench in Westerpark with my fake carreras on |
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Well I'm feeling halfway spun, I'm singing with the bums |
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But there's a smile on my face man I got love for everyone |
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Cause when life gives me lemons |
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I make gin and tonics |
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And when things get fucked up |
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That's when I'm happiest |
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And I know what you're thinking |
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That it looks like I've been up for weeks |
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And I'm sweating and I'm shaking but I'm smiling cause I know it's gonna be okay |
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So I'll keep my slip flops on |
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You can keep your fucking job |
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And if you put me in a cubicle |
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I'll use it to hang my hammock up |
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And if ya kiss this frog |
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You ain't gonna get no prince |
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You'll probably just get something |
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You need a prescription to fix |
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So when life gives you lemons |
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Just make gin and tonics |
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And when things get fucked up |
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That's when we're happiest |
