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Tomorrow brave, and feet touch ground
A future, overslept and never found

I find a spot at last int he ravine
Park my shopping cart and dream

Rusted metal, grinding stop
Ride the ramp and end up at the top
Rusted metal, grinding stop
Ride the ramp and end up at the top

Drinking down the hourglass
Spinning, numbers, remember as they pass

Measure pleasure, measure sin
Another step, a loser born to win

Have a shot - it's on the house
Veracose infected feet
A gamble made, the house is beat
An ass so drunk they throw him to the street

And there we meet...
I'd say I'm lucky but she'd say luck runs out