Things Are What You Make Of Them

I'm spending my I'm spending my days I'm spending my I'm spending my days I'm spending my days My day-mons yeah They're taking up inside of my heart They were trying to keep me entertained But they were tearing me apart Well my memory she was packing yeah And I knew that she would never come back She handed me a letter and then Then she vanished in the black And the letter said (Things are what you make of them Things are what you make of them Let it be And you know what I mean Yeah you know what I mean Things are what you make of them Things are what you make of them Let it be And you know what I mean Yeah you know what I mean) Well I met up with my common sense And I knew it by the way she stared She said if you don't make a noise I will never know your there Ao I purchased me a ticket yeah For a meeting with Jesus Christ He shook my hand and offered me Just this thimble of advice He was telling me Hello he-he-hello Hey come on Hello he-he-hello Hey come on Things are what you make of them Things are what you make of them Let be Things are what you make of them Things are what you make of them Let be Things are what you make of them Things are what you make of them You know what I mean Yeah you know what I mean

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