| The bloodless toil
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| The endless foil
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| You’ll never see your home again
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| Everytime you dial that phone
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| It rings like it’s got no end
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| Life, what precious moments
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| Like a flood that you can’t reverse
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| Oh life of precious moments
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| And it’s only getting worse
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| The mud-filled cracks
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| Of rutted tracks
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| You’ll never see your mother again
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| Everytime you dig that grave
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| Why do you bother trying to fill it in?
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| Oh, life, what precious moments
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| Like a flood that you can’t reverse
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| Oh, life, what precious moments
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| And it’s only getting worse
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| I hate to see what trials can be Expected of the ordinary
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| Before you can recoil in horror
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| You’ll discover life is life’s destroyer
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| Oh, life, what precious moments
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| Like a flood that you can’t reverse
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| Oh, life, what precious moments
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| And it’s only getting worse
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| I hate to see what trials can be Expected of the ordinary
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| We’ve all got some blood for brothers
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| Why do we never share with others
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| Sisters pure -- the vein is sure
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| You’ll never hear music again
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| That’s enough, that’s enough, that’s enough, oh that’s enough
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| Of life, what precious moments
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| Like a flood that you can’t reverse
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| Oh, life, what precious moments
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| And it’s only getting worse
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| Don’t waste your time -- i can’t hear you
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| Don’t waste your time -- i can’t hear you
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| Don’t waste your time -- i can’t hear you
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| Don’t waste your time -- i can’t hear you… |