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Race to the finish line at a dead run
Live is short and love is fleeting –
Before these masks, haloed with snakes
Hissing like rain on the pavement
The blind are deafened
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Race to the finish line at a dead run
Live is short and love is fleeting –
Before these masks, haloed with snakes
Hissing like rain on the pavement
The blind are deafened
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Vince Gill - 'Til The Best Comes Along
I work my fingers to the bone
But you won't hear me cry and moan
A workin' man don't need no welfare line
Well I'll never be a millionaire
And frankly I don't even care
'Cause all I
I work my fingers to the bone
But you won't hear me cry and moan
A workin' man don't need no welfare line
Well I'll never be a millionaire
And frankly I don't even care
'Cause all I