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Text: Ferras. My Beautiful Lie.

It's a beautiful life
What does it mean to you?
It's a beautiful life

Then I wake up
Wonder where my clothes are
Try to find some more stars and I'm stuck
With the same old thing that I always dream

I light a cigarette and it's not right
Where's my ashtray?
Where the hell did I put my coffee?
I can't find anything

One thing goes wrong and then another
It's a beautiful life, thank you mother
And I've got nothing to lose, it's the same game
It's a beautiful life, it's a beautiful life

When I'm up in the air
When I'm down on the floor
I can use a sharper knife

Is there anything else? Is there anything more?
This is my beautiful life
And the poetry's crushing me
This is my beautiful life

I put my clothes onto the ground near me
Does anyone know, has anyone found me?
I guess, I'll just have to wait
Until the next life

Hang around for the next laugh
I'm part of something
The bigger part of nothing

And I'm debating, do I even like me?
And everybody's trying so hard
To be so cool
But you know what's cool? Not trying

When I'm up in the air
When I'm down on the floor
I can use a sharper knife

Is there anything else? Is there anything more?
This is my beautiful life
And the poetry's crushing me
This is my beautiful life

I'm crawling across and I can't get out
Will it wash me away?
The currents pulling me down

I was looking for love but it's never around
Come on, help me out
One more time

And I was hoping someone would need me
It's a beautiful life
Everything's broken just as it should be
But it's beautiful to me

When I'm up in the air
When I'm down on the floor
I can use a sharper knife

Is there anything else? Is there anything more?
This is my beautiful life
And the poetry's crushing me
This is my beautiful life

It's a beautiful life, this life
It's a beautiful life, it's mine
My beautiful life
Such a beautiful life, your life
It's a beautiful life