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that’s what all the people say |
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You’re ridin’ high in April, shot down in May |
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But I know I’m gonna change that tune |
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When I’m back on top, back on top in June |
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I said that’s life (that’s life), |
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and as funny as it may seem |
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Some people get their kicks stompin’ on a dream |
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But I don’t let it, let it get me down |
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’cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin’ around |
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I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, |
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I’ve been up and down and over and out |
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Each time I find myself flat on my face |
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I pick myself up and get back in the race |
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That’s life (that’s life), |
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I tell you I can’t deny it |
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I thought of quitting, baby, |
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but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it |
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And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try |
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I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly |
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I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, |
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I’ve been up and down and over and out |
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Each time I find myself flat on my face |
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I pick myself up and get back in the race |
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That’s life (that’s life), |
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that’s life and I can’t deny it |
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Many times I thought of cuttin’ out but my heart won’t buy it |
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But if there’s nothin’ shakin’ come this here July |
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I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die |
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