| Keep your eye on the ball. |
| Nice level swing
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| Keep your feet on the ground, nevermind that sound and ignore that sting
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| From here I will disappear. |
| I won’t fail
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| To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail
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| This ghost town is nothing but hollow
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| The callow are trained to carry and follow
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| Bitter and fallow, empty if not shallow
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| No such thing as tomorrow
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| From here I will disappear. |
| I won’t fail
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| To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail
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| From here my wearying ghost will be carried
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| And here the last traces of sunlight are buried
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| Where is the sun? |
| Where is everyone? |