This world I live in is gray
A concrete jungle as they say
Whatever you're feeling, just forget how to feel it
It doesn't matter anyway
You're here to work
To dream out your destiny
To carve out some sort of fate
Those who can take it can stay
Those who make it get paid
Those who fake it to make it
Have the chance to be washed up one day
I don't know what is worse
Working hard and losing love
Or losing my heart at this game and getting played
If there is a will
There is a way
But how much will it cost
How many people do you have to break
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