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my lessons in life I sold my soul for 10 bucks to the devil before I appraised it.
Spent it on cheap thrills. Time kills. Can't slow down but you can speed it up if you will. Looking for a moment to spend and chill. Seconds seem brief. But definitely not cheap. Each minute counts. No more wasting hours being sour.
Before you know it death will be trying to creep.
So I keep my head held high and my feet on the ground. Walkin down the street.
No room for doubt. Getting my ambitions played out.
Trying to live each day like a tranquil song on repeat.
No secrets to keep.
Just me on the starting line visualising the hurdles I'm about to leap.
