And a Better Tomorrow

shines like fire in the front of my mind. With a hundred thousand memories piled beneath me a mountain of Past teachers of life their heavy price extracted paid in full with blood and tears thousands of nights spent in remembering and now, I hold another kind of degree and it pays another kind of wage.. The nice guy, he may finish last but he's been running a different race.

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