When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
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and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
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well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
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I will give you good cheer.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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If you wait then your plate I will fill.
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As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
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and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
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you struggle on your way.
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Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
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lick the dust from your eye.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
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As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
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and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
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well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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Life's a long song.
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But the tune ends too soon for us all.
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Life Is A Long Song
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| Jethro Tull |
