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What has life to offer me
When I grow old
What's there to look forward to
Beyond the biting cold
'Cause they say it's difficult
Yes, stereotypical
What's there beyond sleep, eat, work in this cruel life
Ain't there nothing else 'round here but human strife
They say it's difficult
Yes, stereotypical
You gotta be conventional
You can't be so radical
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions
We've got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line
What has life to offer me
When I grow old
What's there to look forward to
Beyond the biting cold
Cause they say it's difficult
Yes, stereotypical
You gotta be conventional
You can't be so radical
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions
We've got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line
We are next in line... Oooh... Ohh...
We are next in line
And we gotta work, we gotta feel
Let's open our eyes and do whatever it takes
And we gotta work, we gotta feel
Let's open our eyes(ooohhh)
And I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions
We've got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line