As we get older, there's nothing surer
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The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
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Those small misfortunes all start to pile up
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And it gets harder to keep a smile up
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But we keep hoping, while all dreams linger
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That we'll get lucky one fine day
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Then once again fate gives us the finger
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Once again with a sigh
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We look up to the sky
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With a quizzical eye
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And quietly say:
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What are they doing to us now?
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What's the latest ruin to us now?
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Someone up there is getting careless
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What are they doing to us now?
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Anyhow, what are they doing to us now?
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Makes no difference if a man is slave or king born
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He always is to pain and suffering
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Naked, he's pushed out his new life to begin
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Ain't or not
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The awkward way that he came in?
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When did he understand just why he's here
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Clap comes from the dark
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A big smack on the rear
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From then on continuous without a stop
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Ah, life's the same old story
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Clop, clop, clop, clop, clop, clop
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Science keeps advancing always on the run
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All they seem to do is take from life the fun
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Smoking, on and on,
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It wears your heart away
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Drinking shrinks for you the level day by day
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Eating makes you fat
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You weighted down to check
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Sex you do, you don't, you'll have a nervous wreck
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Future generations we are all to one
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Hey, then do yourself a favor: don't get born,
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Don't get born, don't get born!
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What are they doing to us now?
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What's the latest ruin to us now?
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Careless, what are they doing to us now?
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What are they doing...
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What are they doing...
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What are they doing...
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What are they doing...
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What are they doing to us now?
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WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO US NOW?
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| Barbra Streisand |
