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The Finals

Everybody seems so disciplined and aware of responsability
I walk in between deadlines and dreams
Could this be my final run? Nevermind

- I recognize all the sunrises but still don't get any of 'em.

Stupid cupid flew away
As a matter of fact, I stick'n'glue words in my wall of sound.

Catastrophy in the headlines
Staring eyes yelling at me
So much to do and a sense of uselessness
Could I be the one who keeps the dream alive?

I'm living in practical-land
And my time is so graceful and so frightning
Time to make a stand
Buy myself a beer, mr. Ordinary man.