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In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, baby |
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In this world there's a whole lot of pain |
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In this world there's a whole lot of trouble |
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But a whole lot of ground to gain |
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Why take when you could be giving? |
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Why watch as the world goes by? |
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It's a hard enough life to be living |
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Why walk, when you can fly? |
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See, in this world there's a whole lot of sorrow |
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In this world there's a whole lot of shame |
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In this world there's a whole lot of sorrow |
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But a whole lot of ground to gain |
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When you spend your whole life wishing |
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Wanting and wondering why |
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It's a long enough life to be living |
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Why walk, when you can fly? |
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In this world there's a whole lot of golden |
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In this world there's a whole lot of plain |
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In this world you've a soul for a compass |
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And a heart for a pair of wings |
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There's a star on the far horizon |
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Rising bright in an azure sky |
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But for the rest of the time you've been given |
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Why walk, when you can fly high, high? |
