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i fly on false wings if they melt ill soon after die
there are many bridges i still must pass
but only if these decrepid wings will last
i rejoice in my pig mud bath when know one cares
its hard to have class
iv got nothing to gain or lose its hard when you have to choose
i once had a tie now its a belt
once had a shirt now im without
once had a car now its a house
with each line i fly closer still
seen a old man pushing a rock up hill
wether im here or gone he'll be pushing it still
closer i get i still wont turn back
stubourn as the fool on the hill breaking his back
they melt faster now soon thell be no good
and ill have tightined my noose
raise your glass to the end