Life Goes On

The Sundays

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    Build me up don't get me down
    Weather the storm
    Well, life goes on
    Feelings ebb and flow by hour
    You're up in the clouds
    And then you sink like a stone

    So do you feel yourself with pills
    To deaden your ills
    Or are you only one love short
    Of happiness
    And in a picture on the wall
    No glimmer of yourself at all
    You've left yourself
    Far away

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    Build me up, don't mop my brow
    Weather the storm? No
    Because life goes on
    Missed my only hope right now
    To soar like a bird
    And not to sink like a stone

    So do you feel yourself with pills
    Oh, to deaden your ills
    Or are you only one love short
    Of happiness
    And in a picture on the wall
    No glimmer of yourself at all
    You've left yourself
    Far away

    So do you feel yourself with pills
    To cure you of your ills
    Or are you only one love short
    Of the happy days to come
    And in a picture on the wall
    Can't see the face at all
    So untie yourself
    Because that's all you've got to do
    And I can grow a pair of wings
    And I can take up flying
    There'll be no crying
    Up in the air
    Looking back down
    And let me tell you, if I talk about gloom
    I don't get out of feeling down
    It strips you of yourself
    And it splits you from the self
    That you know

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    Composition: David Gavurin and Harriet Wheeler

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