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