| Married to the king of the Underworld
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| Livin' it up on top
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| Trying to enjoy myself
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Six months out of every twelve
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| Livin' it up on top
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| When the sun is high, brother, so am I
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| Drinking dandelion wine
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| Brother, I’m as free as a honeybee
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| In a summertime frame of mind
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| And when my man comes around
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| Oh, I know he’s gonna bring me down
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| But for now I’m livin' it
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| How are you livin' it?
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Brother, right here I’m livin' it
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| Where are you livin' it?
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| Livin' it up on top!
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| Now why would a man of his own free will--
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| He’s talking about your man!
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| -- go to work all day in the mine, in the mill?
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| You think I give a damn?
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| Why would he trade the sunshine--
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| Tell him how it is, brother!
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| -- for a couple of nickels and dimes?
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| Oh, up on top a man can breathe when he’s-
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Picking fruit in the orchard trees
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| Livin' it up on top
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| No one here’s a millionaire, but we’re-
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| What we have, we have to share!
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| Livin' it up on top
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| Come on! |
| Say, brother, give me a lyre and a campfire
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| And an open field at night
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| Give me the sky that you can’t buy
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| Or sell at any price
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| And I’ll give you a song for free
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| ‘Cause that’s how life oughta be!
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| So that’s how I’m livin' it!
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| How are you livin' it?
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Oh, brother, right here we’re livin' it
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| Where are you livin' it?
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| Livin' it up on top
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| And that is how the summer went
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| Oh, I’m just getting started!
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| Oh, the flowers bloomed and the fruit got ripe
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| Who says times are hard?
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| And the lovers took each other by the hand
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| Anybody want a drink?
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| And danced underneath the sky
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| Up on top we ain’t got much
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| But we’re-
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Just enough to fill our cups
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| Livin' it up on top
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| Brother, pass that bottle around, cause we’re-
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Let the poet bless this round!
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| To the patroness of all of this: Persephone!
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| Here, here!
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| To the sunshine and the fruit of the vine
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| She gives us every year
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| Asking nothing in return, except that we should live
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| And learn to live as brothers in this life
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| And to trust she will provide
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| If no one takes too much, there will always be enough
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| She will always fill our cups
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| And we will always raise them up!
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| (spoken)
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| Let the world we dream about be the one we live in now!
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| (takes a drink)
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| ‘Cause right now we’re livin' it-
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| How are you livin' it?
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| Livin' it, livin' it up
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| Brother, right here we’re livin' it
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| Where are you livin' it?
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| Listen here, I’ll tell you where we’re livin' it!
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| Up on top!
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| Up on top!
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| Livin' it up and we ain’t gonna stop!
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| Livin' it, livin' it
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| Livin' it, livin' it
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| Livin' it up on top! |