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CWhen was the last time you felt so happy You had to Ggive yourself a good pinch FWhen did you ever feel one of life's highs Without Gusing stepladder or winch CThat's why the lifeless crave the past 'Cause when they're Gflogged, stoned, lynched FThey can watch the living fizzle out to nought GWithout even moving one inch
FThat's what keeps you Galive CThe thought of undeserved death FThat's why cynics dGeep-sea dive CJust to watch someone healthy lose breath FThat's what really Gmakes you tick CWhen the fearless are stopped in their tracks D7Optimism looks up counts the stars GPessimism 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
FAnd even when it's every Cman for himself You Fstill like to stick with the Cbunch FYou'd rather tag along at the Cback of the crowd To Grisk 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