| Pace your tread out carefully
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| Before you know it
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| What will be is written
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| In the footprints that you leave behind you
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| Before you know it the unconscious steps you take define you
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| Black-balled at the country club
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| Tracked down by the security fence
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| Slack jawed, all the pressure’s
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| Heading down on you
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| Back down from the mountaintop
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| Slack rope over Niagara Falls
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| Hack down all the jungle that’s
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| Encroaching on you
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| Stacked up possibilities
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| Smacked down in your prime
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| Random fortune, pack up, now it’s time
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| Look what’s coming for you, look out
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| It’s coming for you
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| Black sheep of the family
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| Baksheesh in your hand, greased and ready
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| Slapped cheek in reply, now it’s coming to you
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| Look what’s coming for you now
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| You’re learning not to shoot from the hip
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| Concerned that interlopers
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| Might read your lips
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| You’re learning there are pages
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| Missing from the script |