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The sideways man walks on his hands, |
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Can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries, |
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I try,They twist his arms to get a head start, |
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Tycoons love hitting the jackpot, |
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To get back what they've lost, |
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He'd have to raise the bar, |
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The desert heat left us all in the dark, |
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They buried the sun so |
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I carried the torch, |
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Head over heels with eyes on the prize, |
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I settled for less and it's more than enough, |
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Just say when, |
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Truth be told, |
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I'd rather be sold than juggle stepping stones, |
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But when he tries, |
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I try,They all take part to get a head start, |
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Big whigs love hitting the jackpot, |
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Taking all the cheap shots, |
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The referee was wrong, |
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The way they left us all in the dark, |
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They buried the sun so |
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I carried the torch, |
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The way they left their eyes on the prize, |
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I've settled for less and it's more than enough, |
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Just say when. |
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The way they left us all in the dark, |
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Head over heels, but it's never enough, |
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Just say when. |