Life’s a paper to the flame 
From from the cradle to the grave
It’s the memories trapped inside we see
Anything we wanna see but I what I’m hoping for
Is someone to love us. 
Its the step we made when we give and take 
Its a loved ones gone that your lovin on And All they really needed was someone to listen 
Without conditions and 
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Life’s a paper to the fame
It’s a crazy fools game
Life’s a sweet song with outlaws and angels
Makes us cry but we sing alone
Life is a song.

Yes a cigarette after making love 
It's Rainy day on your on your wedding day
all you really want and was 
Blue skies and rainbows. 
It’s a monster stain on your on your babys dress
Its the flowers layin when we are laid to rest
It feels like heaven is falling

Life’s a paper to the flame 
It’s a crazy fools game 
Life’s sweet song with outlaws and angels 
Makes us cry but we sing along
We’re all degenerates, working class
And we know who who we all know hurt for more things hurt the more they last ohh.

It’s the memories trapped inside we see
Anything that we wanna be but all we are really hoping for
Is someone to love us. 
Oh yeah
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Thanks to garbo