| Make your mark and stand out on the street
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| while they measure you in feet
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| call you in and cut you loose to try another day
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| write as if a shadow of yourself
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| drink to goodluck and good health
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| then smoke a hundred cigarettes on top a Friday high
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| I don’t mind it all the same
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| and I never would complain
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| just set a steady walking pace and go
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| leave the shadows to themselves
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| they’ll dance upon the rocks and shells
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| we are not late for we have nowhere to go
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| The builder builds his building to a plan
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| then we all work there for the man
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| sit in offices, surrender what we could have been
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| until the day we’re useless to the cause
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| then we’re quietly shown the door
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| we’re not needed anymore just servants of the crown
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| And I, I am learning how to roll
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| Take my time less the time spent takes its toll
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| all my life I’ve been pushing along this road
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| Stride by Stride one step closer to my goal
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| The market leaves me wary of the world
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| the oyster wary of the pearl
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| the workman wary of the never ending jungle rise
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| As if to wish the winter well away
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| the sun is careful not to burn
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| It just waits there for its turn before the burning starts |