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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Book of love in front of me
Tries to bite my chin;
Angel right behind my shoulder
Waits to do me in;
I wish I had a heart
To walk me like a dog -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I do is talk -
And life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
