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Next Time
My life is not a poem It's just a dreamer's dumb idea For lack of a shorter word It's like an onomatopoeia
So come to terms with what you can Because it's gone before you know it My life is not a party It's sort of like an omen
Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve A bitter type coming to beat you up Is a small, small part
A tortoise that's forever on its back Will always beg for slower races But slow and steady doesn't hack When rabbits have the cuter faces
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Take a day, a break Polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away
Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve A bitter type coming to beat you up Is a small, small small small part
Polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away
Polish all of your lucky pennies
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