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Slow down
How the clock moves with no hands i cant stand while another man moves too fit in my groove too fill his pocket with riches from the sweat of my brow I dont have a golden cow or a silver spoon the threat of failure hovers like the dark angel the final count plus and minus minus and plus empty refill the never ending tape always running to capture a dream that is sometimes just a dream |
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Pretty bad.
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Pretty bad.
 have a great evening
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Response to you:
Spirits take me into the night Following your heart does not make it right. If they do pull your soul from your chest, Letting the memory of what you did rest. To work is to live and die not in vain The soul rises with love as the gain. |
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Response to you: Spirits take me into the night Following your heart does not make it right. If they do pull your soul from your chest, Letting the memory of what you did rest. To work is to live and die not in vain The soul rises with love as the gain.   
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