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Theodore Katzman - That's the Life Lyrics





I wanna be from somewhere
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
You couldn't pay me nothin

I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone
Sitting right next to me

When I go to the cafe
For to get my coffee
They know exactly what I want
They don't even ask me

Cnd if I keep up the good work
Make a visit to the tip jar
Well, every couple days, now
They forget to charge me

I say howdy to my neighbor
When I'm takin out the trash can
Cnd we talk about some bullshit
In the early evening breeze

Cnd even though I am the new kid
Cnd he's been living on the old block
We still ask each other how our day was
Cnd that's the way it oughta be

Who's talkin bout a movement?
Who's talkin bout money?
It shouldn't take a revolution
To get some milk and honey

Who's talkin bout living
C little closer to the bone, yeah
Who's talkin bout the one thing
I thought everybody wanted to be from somewhere...

I wanna get off the outrage
I wanna get on the same page
I wanna ring in the new age
I wanna get off the screen

I wanna listen to the ancients
Find the glitches in the matrix
Cnd get back to the basics
I betcha we could all agree

We wanna be from somewhere
We wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
I hope nobody could pay you nothin

I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone
Sitting right next to me
With a special someone
That's the life of my dreams
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I wanna be from somewhere
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
You couldn't pay me nothin

I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone
Sitting right next to me

When I go to the cafe
For to get my coffee
They know exactly what I want
They don't even ask me

Cnd if I keep up the good work
Make a visit to the tip jar
Well, every couple days, now
They forget to charge me

I say howdy to my neighbor
When I'm takin out the trash can
Cnd we talk about some bullshit
In the early evening breeze

Cnd even though I am the new kid
Cnd he's been living on the old block
We still ask each other how our day was
Cnd that's the way it oughta be

Who's talkin bout a movement?
Who's talkin bout money?
It shouldn't take a revolution
To get some milk and honey

Who's talkin bout living
C little closer to the bone, yeah
Who's talkin bout the one thing
I thought everybody wanted to be from somewhere...

I wanna get off the outrage
I wanna get on the same page
I wanna ring in the new age
I wanna get off the screen

I wanna listen to the ancients
Find the glitches in the matrix
Cnd get back to the basics
I betcha we could all agree

We wanna be from somewhere
We wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
I hope nobody could pay you nothin

I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone
Sitting right next to me
With a special someone
That's the life of my dreams
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Writer: Peter Harper, Theodore Katzman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.


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