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Wa going to write a song at a time |
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When my life and my moods were in order and fine |
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But the hour was late and my room was a state |
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And I realized that song |
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I would never create |
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And so this is a song |
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I discovered instead |
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The song about living before we are dead |
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And by living |
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I don't mean prfection like gold |
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Cos living my friends is the sweet unresolved |
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La la la la la la la |
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Lean over your balconies and don't run inside |
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Look after your world and she might treat you right |
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Let random-things-provide-imagination sometimes oh |
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I've seen people trying to package their love |
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Like a dove in the kitchen with a note that says |
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Make sure you scrub well and plan and prepare everything |
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Affection as clean as a triangle ting |
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But love it or not love's as mad as they come |
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Oh it's sly and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb |
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And while some might still say ' |
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No it's pure like one' |
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My love it is wild and not mild and on the run |
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An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing |
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When it's played in the midst of a |
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Melbourne music boxing ring |
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And who said that culture couldn't grow from a whim |
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My god there is strength when a cat learns how to swim' |
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And what is a king' he screamed at the wind |
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A king is decisive without and within |
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They can't make me stumble they don't hit my chin |
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They told me |
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I mumbled so |
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I decided to sing |
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I'd never be too old or bitter or thin |
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Was born with a smile and |
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I'll die with a grin |
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And I dive in the ocean when the sky tumbles in |
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And I'd rise when |
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I find a way to make her shining |
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And I know the trick that the gods love to play |
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You say you want one thing they take it away |
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Bu action |
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I've found is a seven letter word |
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Pretend you want a shoebox |
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And find you've found the world |