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Ladies and gents, pull up a chair
Rat Race is the name of the game
and the rules are that no one cares
Get ahead just however you will--
lie, push, steal, plead, manipulate--
just make sure you get your fill.
And I don't care just what you take,
but don't you dare get in my way or
your feelings I might just have to break.
The money, the ***, the ego, the high;
baby, go and pick your poison and
maybe our stars might just coincide.
In here, things are neither up or down;
life is but a messy melting ***
where it all just get turned around.
Heaven? Hell? I just want what's mine.
I'll get it whatever way I please and
when I go to bed I'll sleep just fine.
25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia
(25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia)
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