Well, you get up every morning
And you see, it's still the same
All the floors and all the walls
And all the rest remains
Nothing changes fast enough
The Hurry, worry days
It makes you want to give it up
And drift into an haze
Revelations seem to be another way
To make the days go faster anyways
We're all exchanging pleasntires
No matter how we feel
Ans so one knows the difference
'Chause is all seems so unreal
You'd better grab ahold of something
Simple but it's true
If you don't stop to smell the roses now
They might end up on you
Expectations only mean you really think you know
What's coming next, and you don't
Yearbooks with there autographs
From friends you might have had
These are your important years
You'd better make them last
Fallin in and out of love just like....
These are your important years, your life
Once you've seen the light, you finally
Realize it might end up all right
It might end up all right now
(Repeat Chorus)
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
(hart)
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare she became
And then one day she met a man
Digging through the trash for cans
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
It was his aluminium
That attracted her to him
And quite a day there did unfold
Turning garbage into gold
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
She took that money in a trunk
An bought a bunch of worthless junk
And now they're back where they began
Digging through the trash for cans
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
Writer(s): Mould
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