| I’ve been through clouds and stormy skies
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| On different worlds, all filled with lives
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| I’ve traveled through the steams of lovers
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| And wiped my tears upon their covers
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| I’ve lived a life of rogue and queen
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| And died my hair to fit the scene
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| I’ve had my ups, I’ve had my downs
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| And sipped champagne with worldly crowns
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| I’ve been as honest as I could
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| And ashamed, the shame that knows I should
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| I’ve been loved and I’ve been lied to
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| And found a few shoulders I could cry to
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| And all those years I thought life naughty, ah-hah
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| Should make me beautiful at forty
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| For life’s not been so bad to take
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| For now I’ve cut life’s golden cake
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| Into a million tiny squares
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| And with each piece recall the years
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| The taste of life has not been so bad
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| Between the tears and joys I’ve had
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| But with some good and a little singing
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| She always allowed me to get a grin
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| And all those years I’ve spent on my youth
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| Thinking knowledge brought the truth
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| I know life has her games to play
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| And puzzles it, crackling play
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| So, graves are dug and wars are lost
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| But life goes on at any cost
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| I do think life has made me wiser
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| So there is no reason to disguise her
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| Even tried to rearrange her
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| She has been fair, I would not change her, hah-hum
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| She presents me life so simply
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| In a cup that’s almost empty
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| With a little wine to tease me
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| But not enough to really please me
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| And if I drink, and let her take me
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| She is wise enough to wake me
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| But only after dreams and visions
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| Allowing me to see these decisions, ah-hah
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| All those years I thought life naughty
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| She made me beautiful at forty |