| See the rushing crowd of people
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| Hurries to a place to go
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| Anxious about wasting too much time
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| Seems they hasten to a shelter
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| From a raging wind and storm
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| In the thick of things I can find mine
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| Have a look what happened to us all
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| The only choice you have is stand or fall
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| Ere my last day yet to come
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| I swear this oath right to the sun
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| As writ large in my face
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| I’m here on earth to win the race
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| Wondering who will pay the bill
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| For the common entry fee
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| For the play-offs of the madden crowd
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| Finally it’s how it’s always told
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| Most precious things in life are bearing gold
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| Ere my last day yet to come
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| I swear this oath right to my son
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| As writ large in his face
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| He’s here on earth to win the race
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| Pressure to get higher grades
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| Each a victim of his fate
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| Always on the run we’re having fun
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| Shooting rampage here and there
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| Society of dump-and- burn
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| Brave new world is far from charity
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| Keeping up the pace until you’re old
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| Rise words have no chance of being told
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| Ere my last day yet to come
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| I swear this oath right to the sun
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| As writ large in my face
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| I’m here on earth to win the race
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| Before my last day yet to come
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| I swear this oath right to my son
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| As writ large in his face
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| He’s here on earth to win the race |