This kind of love is hard to find
keep up girl or you'll be left behind
Dropped back and forced
To swallow dust as we charge
Onward and onward
What are we doing
In the relentless march
of time as we march
Onward and backward
Turning around in circles and circles
Never knowing
What we're living for
Let alone
What we were dieing for.
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