They're both too heavy but what can you do?
Reach for the stars, smack into the sky
You don't want to live but you're chicken to die
Oh, you're chicken to die (Hunter-Garcia)
sometimes it feels as though i have rounded that final turn and i am heading to the wire, but instead of Secretariat , i feel like Smarty Jones. Instead of cruising with a 29-length lead and enjoying the home stretch .......i am like Smarty....in a dog fight.....i try firing all pistons but get no response......the tank is empty and the sound of the air escaping silences the crowd as the rest of the field flies by. i am limping to the finish line, i'll get there, but i have nothing left in the tank.
Big ideas but the cash's all spent
The trouble with love is its other face
You just want the cup but you don't want the race
No, you don't want the race
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