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you can make a plan,
carve it into stone,
like a feather fallin,
it is still unknown,
until the clock speaks up,
says its time to go,
you can choose the high,
or the lower road,
might clench your fist,
might fork your tongue,
as you curse or praise,
all the things you've done,
and the faders move,
and the music dies,
as we pass over,
on the arc of time,
carve it into stone,
like a feather fallin,
it is still unknown,
until the clock speaks up,
says its time to go,
you can choose the high,
or the lower road,
might clench your fist,
might fork your tongue,
as you curse or praise,
all the things you've done,
and the faders move,
and the music dies,
as we pass over,
on the arc of time,
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