Well the grass is always greener where the grass don't grow.
You see everything in color till you see it close.
Everybody else's street looks like it's painted gold.
Don't it always go that W—A—Y. . . W—A—Y. . . W—A—Y. . .W—A—Y. . . W—A—Y
Suzy, wanted money to spend. Wanted some rich older man
Take her from the world she was livin' in, to the world on the other side
Suzy, was bored with her life, wanted somethin' more to do with her nights.
She said, some day I'm just gonna pack it up and leave this all behind
She wanted. . . a piece of paradise, she wanted. . . a change of scene
She wanted. . . to live the privileged life, and nothin' in between
Chorus:
Other people's live, always looks so easy, when your standin' on the other side.
W–h–o–a....Other People's lives
Johnny, was tired of workin' all day, workin' with only pennies for pay.
He said, anybody's life in the world has gotta be better than the life I got
Johnny, had big things in mind, had big dreams justa burnin' inside.
He said, someday I am gonna climb my way outta this and climb my way
right to the top
He wanted. . . a piece of paradise, he wanted. . . to break away
He wanted. . . to live the easy life, you know what people say
Chorus:
Other peoples lives always so easy, when your stadin' on the other side.
W–h–o–a. . .Other peoples lives
Always look much better, when your seein' them through different eyes.
W–h–o–a. . . Other peoples lives
Well the grass is always greener where the grass don't grow.
You see everything in color till you see it close.
Everybody else's street looks like it's painted gold.
Don't it always go that W–A–Y. . . W–A–Y. . .W–A–Y. . .
Suzy, she's got the money to spend. Married some rich older man.
Gives her everything in the world she needs. Everything, but love
Johnny, he's got the job of his dreams, now he wonders, well, just what
did I mean
You see sometimes you can have all. . . and it still it's not enough
He wanted. . . a piece of paradise, she wanted. . . change of scene
But sometimes. . . you know that paradise. . . aint' always what it seems.
Chorus:
Other peoples lives always look so easy, when you're standin' on the
other side.
W–h–o–a. . . Other peoples lives
Always look much better, when you're seein' them through different eyes.
W–h–o–a. . . Other peoples lives.
Other peoples lives. . . W–h–o–a. . . Other peoples lives, always look
much better when you're seein' them through different eyes W–h–o–a. . .
Other peoples lives. . . (echo)
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