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...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
and sometimes the words just seem to run out maybe it was just a matter of time just as all good things must come to an end someday I'll run out of rhyme... oh... someday I'll run out of rhyme..." and the rolling stone may gather no moss, but who wants to be a rock anyway?... cuz the rock feels no pain... and the island never cries... dm dee de da dum... what is the point of the rat race to be first, to be best, to be alone at the top maybe just to make an ego happy what about the truth you might never face you could be the best at being lonely and if you're first in the race to the end of time won't it be a hollow victory? whatever is right, whatever is wrong whatever you want to see whatever you call the end of time whatever may be may be but when the last giggle is heard that will be the end of time for me J |
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