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Far From The Prize
The pecuniary pleasures that we drink in desperate measures
I'm shaking now with uncertain hands
Your provocative comment will fall down upon them
As I'm laughing at their final demands
What do you want me to say to you
That I love you, well maybe I do
But you couldn't tear the dark from the skies
Still so far, far from the prize
What do you want me to say to you
That I love you, well maybe I do
But you couldn't tear the dark from the skies
Still so far, far from the prize
