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| I've tried living it risky |
| Relying on women and whiskey |
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| To chase | my blues |
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| Turn my nights to days |
| First rage only a past time |
| With age more then a lifetime |
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| D | ay | in and day out the world just turns away |
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| (Chorus)But everyb | ody knows you live and you learn |
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| But the lessons just go on and on |
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| I gues | s were gonna have to wait for all the pages to turn |
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| To fi | nd out if its right or | if its wron | g |
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| You live and learn |
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| I | 've stopped looking for questions |
| I've got only suggestions |
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| Bla | ck and white can only turn to gray |
| In time were all gonna find out |
| Our times all gonna wind out |
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| Just count down until that Judgement Day |
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| You live and learn (repeat twice) |