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There was a man who thought |
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He could avoid all of the things |
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That stood up in his way |
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Friends would say that he should |
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Plan to spend more time |
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There's lots of trouble in a day |
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With just enough work |
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And a short line to a goal |
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He was so sure he could secure his place |
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He wanted a lot and was so |
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Quick to say how this small |
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World was unfair to its race |
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He'd spend his time, spends his time |
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Deciding routes with lines, routes with lines |
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There was no time, was no time |
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For corners in the lines, corners in lines |
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Your pathway grows dark |
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Was clear at the start |
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You're not! |
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You're not! |
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You're not alone |
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Your pathway grows dark |
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Was clear at the start |
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You're not! |
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You're not! |
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You're not alone |
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Not listening to the people we were close |
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There always seemed to be an easy way |
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The work was tiresome, a thing to avoid |
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Leaving lots of time so he could play |
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He'd spend his time, spend his time |
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Shortening lines, shortening lines |
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There was no time, there was no time |
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To spend too long on the line, long on the line |
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Your pathway grows dark |
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Was clear at the start |
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You're not! |
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You're not! |
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You're not alone |
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Your pathway grows dark |
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Was clear at the start |
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You're not! |
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You're not! |
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You're not alone |
