when you think you've won. i'll make you work. so hard. your beard as good as grown. i'll make you grow a new one. you say sorrow never ends. and that use. is empty. diseases fill your limbs. and your heart is left at home. you dont take that out anymore. joy is a job. joy is a job. joy is a job. your heart can't hold you back. short a heart attack. and wonder what you lack. its the excitement of taking risks.
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