Lyfe, it can shake ya, it can make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink of lyfe
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It can shake ya,it can make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink
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But i'm learning to time myself
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Turn it easy over
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Put some spice back on the shelf
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Like elevator buttons go on and on
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Doors that open and shut without a cause
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There's something greater than i dare to know
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Look at me, pull the thread on this sweater
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And watch it go
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Lyfe, it can shake ya, it can make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink of lyfe
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It can shake ya, it can make ya...
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The struggle hard and deep
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Of what i learn to keep along the way everyday
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Little one, i take your hand
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And wonder how i'm gonna help ya be a man...
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And how i'll help ya understand...
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Lyfe it can shake ya,it could make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink of lyfe
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It can shake ya, it can make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink
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Two steps forward, one step back
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Cover my mouth, choke
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And pull down my hat
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Into the seamless hope of an endless drive
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Clinging to the rhythm of a lyfe like stride
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White washing down trodden people
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They're displayed like a grand masquerade
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Making us feel better that we are brave>
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Like letters that fade into dust
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Like harmony, kindness and trust
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Wisdom eluding me, wise guys using me
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Peace, peace in, peace out
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That's right, what 's it all about?
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Huh?
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Lyfe, it can shake ya, it can make ya
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It can bring ya to the brink of lyfe
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It can bring ya to the bring...of lyfe
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Along the way
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Everyday, lyfe
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Lyfe
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Cyndi Lauper |