Its Up To Me
All those dancers and cheerleaders
Dealers and losers
Faint hearts and beacons
Before me
Its Up to me, down to me
I may resume the matter
hurtling footsteps
Sir Lancelot waiting
working out the price of time
Derange all boundaries again
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