It's Lonely At The Top (Or So I've Heard)-Burden Of A Day

The chips are down
And we are drowning in the flood
It's such a cruel mistress
A bitter taste tonight
Amidst the rising tide of good tries
The goodbyes make the ride home
On the wrong road
Seem Oh so trite

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This is not a cautionary tale
The fuse is lit so run for help
Thirty minutes will burn faster than incinderary bomb's (Whoa oh oh)
In standing here we learn to fall
In holding tight we lost it all
In thirty minutes we believe
We're gonna chase this falling star (Whoa oh oh)
Thank you for coming here tonight
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