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86. Musical Chairs

To go or to stay
Decisions we must make

About our future
Some chances we take

Romance and money
Seem to be key

Actions without thoughts
Sometimes we just don’t see

We have it all
And just want more

Bad decisions made with remorse
The future isn’t like before

We strive and we plan
Saying we do it all for you

But truth be known
We are all selfish too

Regardless of the results
No one really cares

For life is but a game
Of music-less musical chairs


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