(chorus)
the rain will wash away parades sometimes,
and you might feel the world stands
against you all the time...
and i am no more wise that you my friend,
but lucky you and fortunate i we have this life
to live but this one time...

don't put your smile in chances hands,
take a glass and take your stand,
pour to the top and drink up again...
everyone is your friend here,
and you've got nothing here to fear,
whisper sweet memories inside your ears, whisper
sweet music in your ear...

nobody here's gonna kick down your door,
tell you you need more,
tell you what to adore,
or who to ignore and
what's more...
tell you how to cope,
at the end of your rope,
tell you what to smoke,
to hope against hope,
or jump down your throat
if you do...
say working is in
and dreaming is out,
and tell you your house
ain't fit for a mouse,
and you won't hear these words
come out of my mouth,
never...

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