Working hard, it goes on and onYou live to waste and
crave the tasteYou'll find that what you want ain't
always what you needLord, it ain't always what you
needSo you find your way, through presentTenseBut,
do you ever ask yourself if it all make senseNow
that you got what you came forWhatcha gonna doMmm.
. Whatcha gonna doSo this is itIt seems to be goneEvery
step and move you make turns and slips it all awayCause
ever since I took it all for grantedWeep with tears
of a crocodileHalf of everything is what I have

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