The nickel dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The rubicon
What did I do
And the games that I could handle
None are ones worth a candle
What should I do
I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
What should I do
Oooh, after all the folding, rolling, hauling over cold stops
What will I do
Can't take a good day without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile until I had one
Where did I learn
I make a fuss about a little thing
Rhyme is losing to the riddling
Where's the turn
I don't want a home
I grow when that home is
Where my habits have a habitat
Why give it term
Oooh, after all the folding, rolling, hauling over cold stops
What did I learn
I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry and complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damn breeze dry my face
Ooooh mister wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree
Here's coming a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me
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