I've finally come to realize that we are all the same.
All the paragraphs and pages you could write could not contain.
It's the fear of growing old, and doing what you're told.
Que de bonheur en perspective.__:)
Gimme them bright lights, long nights
Party till the sun is rising
High rise, overtime
Working 'till the moon is shining
I F℮℮l On T o p Of Th℮ World
I'm ready for the pressure
The drama and the pleasure
Got my whole life here in front of me
I'm taking over when I hit the Streets
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