Look out the window of life,
It'll pass you by and cause you strife.
If you treat it right,
It'll treat you well at night.
No nightmares, nothing bad,
No more crying, don't be sad.
Life's alright, I'd have to say,
It's got it's ups, in a way.
No life means no you,
Without you, what would i do?
So look out the window of life,
It really won't, cause you strife.
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