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Life's not always fair or so they say 

Little boy with vacant eyes 
Daddy won't be home tonight 
And he don't know why 
His mother she sits alone
And on the anniversary
Invite you round the bend

Don't feign to me
You're only acting when you care
So I've decided on decisions
Will not strike you very fair
Oh how the moments fly (oh how the moments fly)
Watching the world go by (the world go by)
When you're with your love
Life is a beautiful tune (life is
they don't care and it's just not fair
That you know, and I know better

A one, two, three, four, they said you'd never get anywhere,
Well they don't
By chance it was I met my love
It did me much surprise
Down by a shady myrtle grove
Just as the sun did rise.
The birds they sang right gloriously
That we walk all this while

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall
declines
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.
Nor shall
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
by and I wonder who's next
Who determines, who knows best
Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn in this case
Ignorance is not bliss

In this life I
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
for?

People pass by and I wonder who's next
Who determines, who knows best
Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn in this case
Ignorance is not
have said it was the final straw
That my life was bound and tethered on a porch by the shore

But there is no no no no
Easy way to tell them so,
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
10.50, 3 minutes 'til, 'til 11 
I don't want the alarm again
9.30, 3 minutes 'til, on the way to work, not smiling 
I know time to go and punch my
my life or his
I'm not afraid at all of what will I do if you leave me
Do not forsake me oh my darling you made that promise as a bride
Do not
them ever-lovin' feet 
To easy street 
Easy street 
When you get there stay 

It ain't fair 
How we scrounge
For three of four bucks 
While she
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
don't want to be the wife of a king 
Would you go away with me 
But three days ago they were caught 
By the men of Lord Tyrant 
He killed his daughter
them ever-lovin' feet 
To easy street 
Easy street 
When you get there stay 

It ain't fair 
How we scrounge
For three of four bucks 
While she
Guilty of no crime
Not enough yet too much time
I'm burning in this hell
Plans to buy and dreams to sell

Sitting by myself
Living life
As I walked out one morning early
To take the sweet and pleasant air
Who should I spy but a fair young lady
Her cheeks being like a lily fair

I