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You've got to choose,
to walk in those shoes,
to pay your dues,
to sing the blues.
Something so right,
all shiny and bright,
don't just come in the night,
you've got to bleed and fight!
And when you are winning,
it's just the beginning,
there'll always be new things,
out there for the taking.
Bells, whistles, and fluff,
how much is enough?
Do you need all this stuff?!
Can you call your own bluff?
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