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Caught in a wheel.
This city never sleeps,
itâs taking everything to keep up.
Awake before the sun.
Iâll try not to be too loud,
and Iâll kiss you soft on my way out.
Weâre going round and round.
Life is sweet.
Itâs been a bitter road.
Weâve been bruised by sticks and stones.
Letâs ride the highs,
and fight the lows.
Weâre going to be alright.
You take the sticks, and Iâll take the stones.
Itâs work every day.
Like fighters in a ring,
some hits hurt, some just sting.
We try to get ahead.
We canât get off the ground,
thereâs too much noise to make a sound.
Weâre going round and round.
Life is sweet.
Itâs been a bitter road.
Weâve been bruised by sticks and stones.
Letâs ride the highs,
and fight the lows.
Weâre going to be alright.
You take the sticks, and Iâll take the stones.
Life is sweet.
Itâs been a bitter road.
Weâve been bruised by sticks and stones.
Letâs ride the highs,
and fight the lows.
Weâre going to be alright.
You take the sticks, and Iâll take the stones.
From these sticks, we'll build our home.