I wake my greedy eyes from a night spent dreaming
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Ambitiously.
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Cost-effectively.
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Fingers stained with yesterday's highs and lows.
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It's got to go.
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It's all got to go.
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It's a rob.
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It's a steal.
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You better land that deal.
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You're in the big leagues now, sonny.
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Buy low. Sell high.
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Get a peice of the pie.
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But leave the rest for me.
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My destiny
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Wasn't written in the stars.
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It's been meticulously planned
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And presented in a chart.
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A flawless design
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To truly satisfy.
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You want results?
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Look at the fucking smile
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On my face.
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I stick to the stats.
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Go by the numbers.
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I'm measured by threads and horse power.
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Square feet and tender.
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But now I'm old
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Like an aging oak.
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There's more gold secured
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To my jaw than there ever was
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To my name.
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Its bark gets rougher by the day.
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Limbs reach for its roots.
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Its insides rot away until
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It's just a hollow trunk.
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It's only full
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Of emptiness. And empty nests.
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But save
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The biggest slice for me.
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Tailor, tailor.
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Raise my inseam
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And widen these cuffs.
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Because I am dressed for success.
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Tailor, tailor.
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Stand clear.
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I'm headed straight
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for the top. The top. The top.
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The dirt.
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My destiny
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Wasn't written in the stars.
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It's been meticulously planned
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And presented in a chart.
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A flawless design
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To truly satisfy.
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You want results?
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Look at the fucking smile
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on my face.
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Ear To Ear
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Forgive Durden |