Let your life be a dream
Integrity, honesty,
It’s too late for me
Don’t look back till you’re free to
Chase the morning
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Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here
Old grudges
Scorn lovers
Sometimes I wonder why we don’t all move on!
‘cause we all end up in a tiny pine box,
a mighty small drop
and mighty dark plot
and the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue.