| Well, life is for the living and death is for the birds
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| Hell is for children, or so I have heard
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| Now, your soul might leave your body
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| Hurl, straight off in the space
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| Your soul might leave your body
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| Oh, but will catch up again someday
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| I like Sunday mornings and butter on my toast
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| I wanna live forever Jack, forever like that friendly ghost
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| I won’t live forever, forever and a day
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| I won’t live forever
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| Oh, but will catch up again someday
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| New kingdom
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| Way down in the valley low
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| The valley of the kings
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| They really got you covered good
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| Yeah, they’ve really thought of everything
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| I hear the music playing
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| Oh, everybody jump and twirl
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| I hear the music playing
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| The blind and the lame and every boy and girl
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| I wanna take you higher
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| Higher than you’ve ever been before
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| I wanna take you higher
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| Higher than you’ve ever been before
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| Talkin' new kingdom
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| Where life, it’s spring’s eternal
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| Wouldn’t that be great
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| Everyday there’s something treasured deep
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| Another juicy bowl of grapes
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| Pull me in a little closer
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| Oh, I want to feel you against my skin
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| Pull me in a little closer
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| Oh, we may never meet this way again
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| I wanna take you higher
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| Higher than you’ve ever been before
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| I wanna take you higher
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| Higher than you’ve ever been before
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| A new kingdom
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| Talkin' new kingdom
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| Higher, higher than you’ve ever been before
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| Higher, higher
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| New kingdom |