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I often wonder how exciting life would be |
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If only I would seize the opportunity |
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To break free of all conventions and comfort |
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But a worried face soon comes over me |
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But I am only once, not twice |
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At the mercy of dice |
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But I am only once, not twice |
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At the mercy of dice |
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We went to bed and turned the stereo on low |
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Heard the timber creek and windows rattled gently |
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Allthough we smiled there were no words left to say |
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A soothing draft was all I had for company |
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But I am only once, not twice |
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At the mercy of dice |
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But I am only once, not twice |
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At the mercy of dice |
