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Over the horizon Over the hill Over the let downs Over the clowns. Over the feeling Over the thought Over the meaning Through out this town. Always this way results are never certain. Plans don't ever work and lifes not helping. You will not beat this You will not beat it alone. I wonder if winning Is really the aim.
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