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Thirty-one today |
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What a thing to say |
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Drinking Guinness in the afternoon |
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Taking shelter in the black cocoon |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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But it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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Called some guy I knew |
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Had a drink or two |
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And we fumbled as the day grew dark |
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I pretended that I felt a spark |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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But it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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No, it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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No, it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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Easter comes and goes |
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Maybe Jesus knows |
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So you roll on with the best you can |
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Getting loaded, watching CNN |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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I thought my life would be different somehow |
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I thought my life would be better by now |
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But it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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No, it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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No, it's not, and I don't know where to turn |
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No, it's not, and I don't know |
