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you jumped the gun
and stumbled soon
blinded by the sun
crying for the moon
lost your temper
lost your faith
hung around
drowned your days
dice are tumbling
one more time
you hit the road
to cross the line
feeling strong
feeling fine
the taste of freedom
blows your mind _____ \\
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