When was the last time you felt so happy
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You had to give yourself a good pinch
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When did you ever fail one of life's highs
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Without using stepladder or winch
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That's why the lifeless crave the past
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'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched
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They can watch the living fizzle out to nought
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Without even moving one inch
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That's what keeps you alive
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The thought of undeserved death
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That's why cynics deep-sea dive
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Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
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That's what really makes you tick
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When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
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Optimism looks up counts the stars
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Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
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That Monday morning moaners club
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That meet every week on park bench
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At least they've earned their grumble stripes
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When they fought tooth and nail in the trench
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If you ever sat down in one place too long
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They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench
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Indecision drip feeds modesty
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But apathy fails even to quench
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That's what keeps you alive
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The thought of undeserved death
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That's why cynics deep-sea dive
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Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
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That's what really makes you tick
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When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
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Optimism looks up counts the stars
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Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
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And even when it's every man for himself
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You still like to stick with the bunch
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You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd
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To risk anything on a hunch
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That's what keeps you alive
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The thought of undeserved death
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That's why cynics deep-sea dive
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Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
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That's what really makes you tick
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When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
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Optimism looks up counts the stars
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Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
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Life Vs. The Lifeless
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| The Beautiful South |
