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FOR THE LIFE
In the thick of all this hustle bustle I
Try and I try to figure new ways to make it all seem less insane
I see no fundamental purpose no satisfactory explanation
We’re runnin’ round like headless chickens no purpose no purpose no aim
Oh
Who’s gonna plug all those holes
Oh
Who’s gonna refreeze those poles
In the middle of it all I can’t for the life of me
Figure why we try to keep this illusion this illusion in trim
It only takes a little effort a leap of faith and we can have it
The power’s there for us to harness the water the sun and the wind
Oh
Who’s gonna plug all those holes
Oh
Who’s gonna refreeze those poles
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