Some day
One chance in millions, but everyone plays.
Day of reckoning, when everyone pays.
Ill never stop striving, till every stone's laid.
Take all that you want now, everything's made.
You wait in the shadows, till everyone's staid.
All bright and hopeful till everything's said.
For the perfect occasion, when every debt's paid.
Myself full of longing till every song's played.
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