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I met this girl the other day Sitting alone on the Wednesday train I said what's wrong you look so sad She said she's got something inside That she's not willing to confide So I said can I give some free advice Don't worry about your problems now baby 'cuz They just don't matter when it comes down to the fact That everybody's got problems now baby And life's too short to keep them bottled up inside 'Cuz I know When life feels like a racecar speeding down It's one way street That I'll go Anywhere that feels like heaven down this one way street 'Cuz I know that everything will be fine. I met this guy the other day Sitting alone on the Sunday train Dressed up with nowhere left to go He said if there's one thing that I've learned Thru all these cigarettes I've burned You've got to stop and look around He said that hindsight's clearer than a crystal ball If he had the chance he would stop and do it all over again 'Cuz when you're waiting for the sound of the gavel You don't want it to end with a fistful of regrets inside 'Cuz I know When life feels like a racecar speeding down It's one way street That I'll go Anywhere that feels like heaven down this one way street 'Cuz I know that everything will be fine. 'Cuz I know When life feels like a racecar speeding down It's one way street That I'll go Anywhere that feels like heaven down this one way street 'Cuz I know that everything will be fine.

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