| Seems like I’m always runnin'
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| Always chasin' poet’s dreams
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| But this voice that keeps on whisperin'
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| «Girl, you’ll never quite know what it means»
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| And they say it would be so easy for me
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| If I accepted what I see with my eye
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| But I can’t help thinkin'
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| No, won’t stop thinkin'
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| Or lookin' for another sign
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| Oh, oh life, won’t you let me ride?
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| Oh, life, won’t you let me ride?
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| Oh, life
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| Cobbled stones and school yard bones
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| Are coverin' the streets and lanes
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| Oh, wasn’t it sometimes beautiful?
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| Oh, and wasn’t it all insane?
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| And don’t we all fit together somehow
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| Or is it only just me?
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| Is anyone home
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| Or am I sailin' alone
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| On my own little part of the sea?
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| Oh, oh life, won’t you lend me your key?
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| Oh, life, won’t you lend me the key?
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| Oh, life
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| Life, sit down and talk with me
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| I’ve got some things to say
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| Why do you give me the feelin' that I know you so well
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| And then I you watch you take it all away?
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| Life, you’re like that man that I love
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| But I’ll never understand
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| I swear I’ll have nothin' to do
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| Neither of you
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| But I keep runnin' right back again
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| Oh, oh life, won’t we ever be friends?
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| Oh, life, can’t we just be friends?
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| Oh, life, will we ever be friends?
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| Oh, life |