Fussing and fighting alone with our friends Holding our breath and hoping it never will end It's been long, long haul We would be ducking and diving, a rise then a fall Pretending the ups and the downs didn't matter at all And we got it almost right Well there were hundreds and hundreds of mumbling miles Always a personal reason to cop or to smile Now there's a green light We came and we went, we went and we came Slowly but surely we learnt that it wasn't a game But it was a good clean fun We were just second hand cars along with the rest Holding our own and hanging on in with the best Nothing comes easy Drinking and thinking what we'd rather do Nothing of any real interest is coming on through Maybe we're all right now But in the end does it matter, matter at all? Scratching a living and having one hell of a ball Nothing comes easy
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