(Julia Fordham)
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It is what it is what it is what it is what it is
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And that would be that
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And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give
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And I want some back
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Where do I sign?
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Where do I go?
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Did I miss a page?
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I don't know
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Sifting through the sand for sugar
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Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
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No more I really wish I shoulda
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Sifting through the sand for sugar
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It's the same old the same old the same old the same old the same old
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The same old story
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And I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know
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I don't know what's come over me
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Holding my breath
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Staying afloat
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Thought I had it made
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But I don't
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Sifting through the sand for sugar
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Digging deep like a wise old Buddha
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No more I really wish I woulda
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Sifting through the sand for sugar
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Slipping through my fingers
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So sweet to hold
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Sifting sifting sifting sifting
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For grains of gold
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Sugar
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Gotta find me some gold
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Gotta fine me someone to hold
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Sugar
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Julia Fordham |