Gold it's cold. Diamonds are dead. A limo it's just a car. Don't pretend. Feel what is real. That's it.
Still got something left to prove. It tends to keep things movin. While everyone around me says my last days are looming overhead but just what the hell do they think they know? My heads above the water while they drown in the undertow. Let's leave no words unspoken and save regrets for the broken. Will you even look back when you think of me?

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