Take Five - Attrition

Sixteen born and sixteen died

Should I laugh?

I could have cried

I’m no saver and I’m no lie

This is the art of staying alive

Alive and I’m tired

Of telling time

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Going down and I’m in doubt

There’s so much of this about

We, the heroes, wonder why

This is the art of staying alive

Alive and I’m tired

Of telling time

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Find the lady, find her crown

Ask her just what is allowed

There’s only so much I can buy

This is the art of staying alive

Alive and I’m tired

Of telling time

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God got up so early, so he missed the crowd

Saw me playing dirty while a guest in his house

Asked me what the matter was, I swore that I lied

Remember the art, remember the art of staying alive

Alive and I’m tired

Of telling time

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I was on the phone to my mother’s son

I tell you, not my brother, but the other one

He said, «There's a reason and it’s good to cry»

Remember the art, remember the art of staying alive

Alive and I’m tired

Of telling time

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