"And even though we're a little bit older
The truth is colder
Got to work, got to work, got to work, ….got to make that money
I hope its something
Cause were not the only ones
Who can make this happen
The current is so strong
And I can’t fight no more
And how I long to be on
that stable shore
If we could only step outside the shade
And in the games we play
The threat of uncertainty
Has carried me out to sea
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