Out there is a world
That's opening up to your story
And just when you stand at the brink
You trip and fall into glory
It takes you for a sweetened ride
And you devour it in haste
One bitter pill of failure down,
You choke on the after taste
The road has ended, the ride is done
And the sign on you says 'Sold'
And all you have to show is this
That you're weary and rich and old.
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