You said you wouldn't let it go to your head.
The spotlight has added ten pounds to it.
Self accolades are self defeating;
You're a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed.
You're no pioneer.
Who will you be tomorrow?
The cards you were holding bore a royal flush.
Your face showing bluff
The crowd thought you insightful.
I thought they were nuts.
I cringe at the sight of your grand finale.
You're a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed.
Still no pioneer.
Who will you be tomorrow?
Who will you be tomorrow?
Every time the seasons change
I get that uncertain sting.
Every time the seasons change
and you haven't learned a thing.
Every time the seasons change
and you're not remembering
Every time the seasons change
and you're not remember..
Who will you be tomorrow?
Who will you be tomorrow?
And your new friends
they're no pioneers
they're no pioneers
you're no pioneer
and your new friends
they're no pioneers
you're no pioneer
you're no pioneer.

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