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Life....if thats how you describe this....
That's it....
It's what you make it...
Like a box of chocolates....
Looking out my window,the glass is streaky
Looking in the mirror, seeing something freaky
The hat I wear in need of changing
The keys are old where they are hanging
We skip the meat and dive right in
The dress you wear is mighty thin
Cold and hard or wet and gooey
The stuff you feed me's mighty chewy
Life or death...
Where are we now
Do we know
Now
No
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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