The Cub Your Mother Warned You About (jrcubindy) wrote,
The Cub Your Mother Warned You About

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Something To Sing About

Life's a show and we all play our parts
And when the music starts,
We open up our hearts...
It's alright if some things come out wrong,
We'll sing a happy song,
And you can sing along...

Where there's life, there's hope
Everday's a gift
Wishes can come true
Whistle while you work
So hard all day
To be like other girls
To fit in in this glittering world
Don't give me songs...
Don't give me songs...

Give me something to sing about
I need something to sing about

Life's a song you don't get to rehearse
And every single verse
Can make it that much worse
Still, my friends don't know why I ignore
The million things or more
I should be dancing for

All the joy life sends
Family and friends
All the twists and bends
Knowing that it ends
Well, that depends
On if they let you go
On if they know enough to know
That when you've bowed
You leave the crowd

There was no pain;
No fear, no doubt
Till they pulled me out
Of Heaven...
And that's my refrain
I live in Hell
Since I've been expelled
From Heaven...
I think I was in Heaven....

So give me something to sing about...
Please, give me something...

Life's not a song;
Life isn't bliss,
Life is just this,
It's living...
You'll get along;
The pain that you feel
You only can heal
By living...
You have to go on living...
So one of us is living...
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