| No… no time to ponder
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| Take your feet in your hands, swept by the sea
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| Oh it’s too late to wonder where we went wrong
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| There’s no time to win, to lose and to feel
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| Cries… they go unsung
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| Memories of plenty fading away
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| Cries of dying dreams
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| Where will they run to when there’s nowhere to go?
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| See them kids worn-out and pale
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| To the promised land they’re drawn
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| All the way with a dream that turned into fear
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| To the other side where the wild winds blow
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| And the golden rivers flow
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| They’ve come all the way for survival
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| A long trail of tears
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| Take a look into the eyes of confusion
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| They carry the torch into the sea of delusion
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| Fire on the downline
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| It’s the way of the world
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| Always out to find another dime
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| Fire on the downline
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| The game is on
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| To the evil above you crawl
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| While you’re floundering and kicking around
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| The wheel of days and nights and no time to sleep
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| To the other side to one storey higher
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| Where one less digit is your name
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| Dying to live one more sunrise, defying fatigue
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| Throw yourself into a final illusion
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| See them dive into the tide of the grain
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| Fire on the downline
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| It’s the way of the world
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| Always out to find another dime
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| Fire on the downline
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| The game is on
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| Fire on the downline — fire!
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| It’s the way of the world
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| Always out to find another dime
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| Fire on the downline
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| The game is on
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| Fire on the downline
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| It’s the way of the world
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| Always out to find another dime
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| Fire on the downline
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| The game is on
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| Fire on the downline — fire!
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| It’s the way of the world
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| Always out to find another dime
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| Fire on the downline
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| The game is on |