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Nice Guys Finsh Last.
Put your best foot forward, turn the other check, be the bigger person, do to others, for get the past, You do what is right, step away from what is wrong, you live in peace, humble your self hard times will pass, The seven deadly sins you put to rest, lift others as you fall, pride, self worth,degnaty your brothers keeper gets old fast. born to clim the endless wall of dispair, hoping, beleaving, thinking, some day all the pain, worry, grey ski's, and the supporting cast, All will subside you too will live as you deserve to live, I washed my sins, turned the next page, turned the black hour glass, Looked down at the wicked as I climbed higher and higher to reach happiness only to find I have no grasp, Every dog will have his day, every cloud has a silver lining, for every good deed your found in the trash, I want to do whats right, what is the moral thing to do, the humanitary thing to do, yet I still have the disrespected rash, This game of life I played as a player, both evil and blessed only to find the sinners live and the saints crash, Look me in the eye look and see I'm confussed, lost for it seems the more good I do grows the burdens mass, I've kissed the lips of an angel, listened to the black rivers sass, Walked on water, rose in fire, divied in lust, and grew from the ash, And when I look at it all I see no matter what is done, no matter how much you do nice guys finsh last.
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