That sometimes, what you thought would be the prize
Isn’t it at all
And when you’re where the buck stops
You can’t hold your end of the line
And tomorrow is a promise and a threat
But you hope you’re wrong
That sometimes, what you thought would be the prize
Isn’t it at all
And when you’re where the buck stops
You can’t hold your end of the line
And tomorrow is a promise and a threat
But you hope you’re wrong
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