Tough as nails, with my eyes dry
Sweet or sour by every hour
Bellyache's not my thing
World goes on its own
Heartbreak's gone
Cannot wear a
Frown, so
Washed
My
Face
Erased
All doubts
That love will
Carry me yet into
Another bigger round
Losers are winners too
Spin the wheel for another
Day, stop your noisy aching
Take a ride or walk barefooted
Choose your life's kind of highway
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