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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