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Thats life, thats what i say, |
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shot up in april, strung out in may, |
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but i know it wont, be too soon, |
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when im back on night train in june |
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i said thats life, as funny as it may seem |
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all of my friends get their kicks stompin on my dreams |
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but i dont let it get me down |
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cuz this fucked up world keeps me spinning around |
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ive been a pupet, pauper, pirate a poet, a pawn & a king |
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ive been up and down over and out and i know one thing |
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each time i find my self flat on my face |
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i pick myself up and get back in the race |
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thats lif |
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i tell ya i cant deny it |
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i thought of quittin lady my heart aint gonna buy it |
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and if i didnt think it was worth one single try |
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i'd shoot me up a bag and then id fly |
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ive been a pupet, pauper, pirate a poet, a pawn & a king |
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ive been up and down over and out and i know one thing |
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each time i find my self flat on my face |
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i pick myself up and get back in the race |
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thats life |
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and i have defied it |
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many timesi have cut out but i havent died yet |
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and if there is nothing shakin by this july |
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im gonna shoot myself up with a speed ball & die! |
