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There were people on the sidewalks |
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Strolling down the avenues |
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They were sitting outside in cafes |
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We were looking for the muse |
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Well, I was locked in by the system |
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Where no freedom is the rule |
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Now, I spend all my time just trying |
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To make it understood |
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"It once was my life", that's what everybody said |
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All the things I used to do and the people that we're friends |
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I've got to make it mean something at the end of the day |
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It once was my life, they can't take that away |
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Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules |
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Sometimes, it looks like I'm on a ship of fools |
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It once was my life when my message was just the street |
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Then it became something else and now it's incomplete |
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I'm just trying to get back to when, can somebody please shed some light? |
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It used to be my life, it used to be uptight |
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Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules |
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Some days it just feels like I'm on a ship of fools |
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I'm back here on the boards, I can hear the engines roar |
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Everybody's got to pay, some people got to pay more |
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Well, you can tell the people anything, spoon feed them anything you like |
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It used to be so simple, it used to be my life |
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Now everything is so complicated, just to speak or use the phone |
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Some people try to use me, just 'cause they don't have their own |
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Don't know who's round the corner, trying to sell me some more tripe |
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It used to be my life, it used to be my life |
