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AWhen was the last time you felt so happy You had to Egive yourself a good pinch DWhen did you ever feel one of life's highs Without Eusing stepladder or winch AThat's why the lifeless crave the past 'Cause when they're Eflogged, stoned, lynched DThey can watch the living fizzle out to nought EWithout even moving one inch
DThat's what keeps you Ealive AThe thought of undeserved death DThat's why cynics dEeep-sea dive AJust to watch someone healthy lose breath DThat's what really Emakes you tick AWhen the fearless are stopped in their tracks B7Optimism looks up counts the stars EPessimism looks down and counts cracks
That Monday morning moaners club That meet every week on park bench At least they've earned their grumble stripes When they fought tooth and nail in the trench If you ever sat down in one place too long They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench Indecision drip feeds modesty But apathy fails even to quench That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
DAnd even when it's every Aman for himself You Dstill like to stick with the Abunch DYou'd rather tag along at the Aback of the crowd To Erisk anything on a hunch
That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks DannyInE