Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
I've got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
I can't believe it's come to this.
It's six feet underground.
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"The early bird may get the worm but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese"