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There was a time |
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when plans were my religion. |
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A world of schemes, |
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925 dreams prediction |
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But I confess, got into a mess |
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'cause all my days run wild |
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Days run wild, |
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while I'm wondering |
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what's going wrong |
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All things I've planned |
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got right out of my hands |
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and leave me upside down. |
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Lost my smile |
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and my friend, Mr. "green- |
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back" Washington. |
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In God we trust |
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but it's business or bust |
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and no God's on your side |
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when days run wild |
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Mirror, mirror, |
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be my great deceiver |
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The truth you tell |
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makes me a true believer |
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But the face I see |
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seems no part of me |
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Now all my days run wild |