Life is so great, it's a sigh of relief
A jig or a dance might be called for but it will be brief
Sing out loud and wish someone the best, while underneath contempt seeds lay to rest
It's OK, I understand; it's not about me, it's about the bigger thing the "MAN" you see
We all want it's accolades, we want the reward
Some of us sell our souls to ugly and some of us just are cold
Some of us smile and laugh
Some of us filled with glee
What will I do now?, who cares because I'm free
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