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Life goes on

Life goes on, life goes on

Life goes on, life goes on

 

You sucked me in

And played my mind

Just like a toy

You were crank and wind

 

Baby I would give till you wore it out

You left me lyin' in a pool of doubt

And you're still thinkin' you're the Daddy Mac

You should've known better but you didn't

And I can't go back

 

Oh life goes on

And it's only gonna make me strong

It's a fact, once you get on board

Say good-bye cause you can't go back

Oh it's a fight, and I really wanna get it right

Where I'm at, is my life before me

And this feelin' that I can go back

Life goes on [repeat 2X]

 

Wish I knew then

What I know now

You held all the cards

And sold me out

 

Baby shame on you, if you fool me once

Shame on me if you fool me twice

You've been a pretty hard case to crack

Should've known better but I didn't

And I can't go back

 

Oh life goes on

And it's only gonna make me strong

It's a fact, once you get on board

Say good-bye cause you can't go back

Oh it's a fight, and I really wanna get it right

Where I'm at, is my life before me

And this feelin' that I can go back

Life goes on

 

Na, na, na, na, na

Life goes on

Na, Na, Na, Na,

It made me strong

Oh yeah, got this feeling that I can't go back

 

Life goes on, life goes on, and it's only gonna me strong

Life goes on, life goes on, and on and on

 

shame on you, if you fool me once

Shame on me if you fool me twice

You've been a pretty hard case to crack

Should've known better but I didn't

And I can't go back

 

Na, na, na, na, na

Life goes on

Na, Na, Na, Na

It made me strong

 

Oh yeah

Gotta feelin' that I can't go back

No I can't go back

Oh yeah

I've gotta go now

I'm moving on

No turning back

'Cause you made me strong

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