| I ran into a friend of mine
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| And he said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme
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| I said «You can fool some of them some of the time
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| But you can only fool half them all of the time»
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| He said «Yes I do believe this is true
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| Would you like to come and sniff some glue?
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| And we’ll fly to where the skies are blue
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| And look for things both bright and new»
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| And on a pretty Sunday morning
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| A bunch of pretty Baptist girls
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| Linked their pretty hands and they sang
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| Life is shit, life is shit
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| The world is shit, the world is shit
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it
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| And in the sky I saw Richard Nixon
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| Smoking a lacey with Mr. Dickson
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| He said «Son there’s something I must say
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| I do believe I’ve found a better way»
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| And a vision came
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| And I knew it was Bob Crane
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| And Bob sang:
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| Life is shit, life is shit
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| The world is shit, the world is shit
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it
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| And when my friend and I were done
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| We went to rest upon the sun
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| Cause life takes from us the things we love
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| And it robs us of the special ones
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| And it puts them high where we can’t climb
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| And we only miss them all the time
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| And we sing:
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| Life is shit, life is shit
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| The world is shit, the world is shit
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it
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| This is life as I know it |