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I ran across an old box of letters
while i was bagging up
some clothes for goodwill
you know i had to laugh
that the same old struggles
that plagued me then
are plauging me still
i know the road is long
from the ground to glory
but a boy can hope
he's getting some place
but you see, i'm running from
the very clothes i'm wearing
and dressed like this
i'm fit for the chase