Seven years on the
french fry line
this is not my life
I dream about
water turned to wine
I dream a house a car a wife
Seven years
small boxes and large
Where did I go wrong
You can be sure
nothing comes without a charge
nothing but the occasional song
Another day
another week ends
this is not my life
life’s in the living
the path is in the way it bends
I have it in hand the sharpest knife
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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