| It’s getting crazy, it’s hard to hold on
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| You gotta keep the pace
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| If you get too late, you’re outrun
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| Our destiny is frail, living the dream
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| Tripping the virtual life, gonna jump the ride to be seen
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| An intransperant challenge, delicate balance
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| Trying to keep in the line
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| You’re gonna roll with the punches
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| Gonna stick to your guns
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| Or you’re gonna get hurt in a runaway world
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| Stay on the track or the train will pass you by
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| It’s pre-decided, time won’t await
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| We are just visitors here
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| While the reaper sharpens his blade
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| Our lives are changing lanes, the future looks pale
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| Some of us bound to win
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| While your best friend’s lost down the trail
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| Gonna stay on the course
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| Or you’ll stumble and fall in between
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| You’re gonna roll with the punches
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| Gonna stick to your guns
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| Or you’re gonna get hurt in a runaway world
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| Stay on the track or the train will pass you by
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| Between a rock and a hard place
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| You’re caught in a rat race
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| It’s a bless and a curse in a runaway world
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| You gonna fight to be heard and fight to be recognized
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| In this ever-changing world
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| Stuck in a moment and you can’t flee
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| Gotta move or die and dare to be
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| Just follow the stream, ride with your dreams
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| It’s a runaway
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| You’re gonna roll with the punches
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| Gonna stick to your guns
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| Or you’re gonna get hurt in a runaway world
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| Stay by the track or the train will pass you by
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| Between a rock and a hard place
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| You’re caught in a rat race
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| It’s a bless and a curse in a runaway world
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| You gonna fight to be heard and fight to be recognized |