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You may find
As I have found
This place is neither
Safe not sound
This house of cards
Will tumble down
As befits
A cardboard town
You're lost in the ruins of your mind
As these walls collide
As your whole life subsides
But you took it all in your stride
As a matter of course
Not a matter of pride
So raise your glass
Let's celebrate
'Cause we can force
Those "hands of fate"
No need to heed the call for greed, for acquisition
Now I ain't puttin' you on
This is my genuine position
You're lost in the ruins of your mind
As these four walls collide
As your whole life subsides
But you took it al in your stride
As a matter of course
Not a matter of pride
How can I thank you
We're forever in your debt
We'll bite the hand of fate that leeds us
Morsels of regret
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