On a Friday in a pub
Somewhere in Amsterdam
An older man was sitting in a bar with a glass
And he said he only has days until he leaves
So live life, pack everything
And get on your way
And he said
Live, as if it's your last day
Live, as if the morning doesn't exist
Live, as if it'll soon end
Live, do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
His life only consisted of work
From morning to night
It was always about the money but what has he already experienced
His wife left him
She left with someone else
Too many tears, no laughter
And it's way too cold in the North
And he said
Live, as if it's your last day
Live, as if the morning doesn't exist
Live, as if it'll soon end
Live, do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
Live, as if it's your last day
Live, as if the morning doesn't exist
Live, as if it'll soon end
Live, do everything you can
Live, as if it's your last day
Live, as if the morning doesn't exist
Live, as if it'll soon end
Live, do everything you can
And live, as if it's your last day
Live, as if the morning doesn't exist
Live, as if it'll soon end
Live, do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Do everything you can
Live