this river's flowing showing
snowmen what their futures hold
the comfort knowing where
we're going leaves us all but bold
but in this dreary weary life
my future's clearly sold
to the highest bidder
but i'm anything but bitter
when these days i'm feeling fitter
happier to fold
my hand before i can
no longer strive for gold and
this life is nice
but twice the price
for half my future sold
i never told you
what i know to
be the only truth
but i'm believing
now what i'm seeing
now will soon make me choose...
[you]
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