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Now that I have lived a lifetimes worth of days |
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Finally I see the folly of my ways |
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So listen when I sing of the temptations of this world |
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Fancy cars and needles, whiskey, flesh and pearls |
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And then in the end, it's family and friends |
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Loving yourself but not only yourself |
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It's about the good walk and the hard walk |
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And the young girls you made cry |
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It's about make a little music everyday till you die |
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It's a beautiful ride |
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A beautiful ride |
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Beautiful, beautiful ride |
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As I stand on the precipice of death |
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My perspective is enormous |
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Every leaf, every cloud |
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I see the hands which have formed us |
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And some days all you got |
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Is a night time graveyard walk |
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And you whistle some sweet melody |
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To the ghosts down at the dock |
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Sing in to your hand, |
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lead the marching band |
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Don't you let em fade your colors gray |
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Cause when all is said and done |
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When youth is spent and burned |
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Youll see that it's all about |
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Music, flowers, babies, |
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sharing the good times |
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Traveling not just for business |
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Excepting your mortality |
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This is finally what I've learned |
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And then in the end, |
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it's family and friends |
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Loving yourself but not only yourself |
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It's about the good walk and the hard walk |
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And the young girls you made cry |
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It's about make a little music |
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everyday till you die |
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It's a beautiful ride |
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Beautiful ride |
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Beautiful, beautiful ride |
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Beautiful ride |
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Beautiful, beautiful ride |
