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all this metaphor stuff and You think you're number one Like we were fired from cannons Just one shot, and it's done. You have one life to live and that's all I can say no more regrets or "what ifs" at the end of the day You just might Fall in love, you could try and learn a dance. live like there's no tomorrow be prepared to take a chance.
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