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Cycles


Its never ending

The stress, the pain

Always binding

Futures go down the drain

 

It's all about money

Just the way it is

Society only helps the junkie

Thats just the biz

 

For those who want to change

Go out into the world

They say it out of their range

Too expensive, dreams become unfurled

 

That cycle is neverending

That much is true

Your dreams will go on pending

And make you very blue

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