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Olivia Newton-John - Sordid Lives Lyrics

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  • Who's to judge who's a saint and who's a sinner?
  • Lord it's tough enough to trudge from brunch to dinner
  • We seek the light of truth between our white lies
  • And sleep away our youth under tattle-tale skies
  • Who's to say who's a sinner and who's a saint?
  • Who's to say who you can love and who you can't?
  • It's easy for the pot to call the kettle black
  • When jealous of the hot and lusty sordid lives they lack
  • Ain't it a ***** sortin' out our sordid lives?
  • It's a ***** when you come to realize
  • Crack yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
  • You could get a really shitty prize
  • It's a ***** sortin' out our sordid lives
  • We struggle comin' down the shoot to take our first breath
  • Then we struggle for acceptance from birth to death
  • But the Lord's too busy tryin' to keep the world on its feet
  • He ain't got time to give a damn 'bout what goes on between the sheets
  • Ain't it a ***** sortin' out our sordid lives?
  • It's a ***** when you come to realize
  • Crack yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
  • You could get a really shitty prize
  • It's a ***** sortin' out our sordid lives

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