When all those tomorrows get crammed into now
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You stop like you¡¯re froze ans ask yourself how
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When all those tomorrows get crammed into now
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You stop like you¡¯re froze ans ask yourself how
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When putting it all in order ain¡¯t enough
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The tough gets going and the going gets tough
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And the things that you thought ain¡¯t what it ought
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Ought ought to be
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When you¡¯re laid on the line your dreams will stop
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They¡¯ve drawn you in and they¡¯ve strung you up
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When you¡¯re laid on the line your dreams will stop
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They¡¯ve drawn you in and they¡¯ve strung you up
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When putting it all in order ain¡¯t enough
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The tough gets going and the going gets tough
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And the things that you thought ain¡¯t what it ought
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When the who hits the what and you¡¯ve run out of luck
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You do what you can but you¡¯re
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When the who hits the what and you¡¯ve run out of luck
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You do what you can but you¡¯re
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All
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I a word
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Stuck
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Fuck
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When Putting It All in Order Ain't Enough
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