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you've got your own thing
but it's not happening
you've got your own place
but that's not where it's at
it's not happening
that's not where it's at
you're like a race car
with all the tires flat
you look like a million bucks
but where can you go like that
like a million bucks
all the tires flat
(we all want to get to heaven
but we don't want to die)