Keep yourself shaking to that beat and set my dreams on fire.
These bags are getting deeper, yet still I think I won't rest; I think I can't rest; at least not yet.
Why not press your luck?
Lived entire lifetimes in these deep recesses while marching onward with no clear goal in mind for far too long, so what's a little bit longer?
Perhaps opportunities lost; or have they just begun?
Indulge me; that's never stopped me before.

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