all the leaves are falling backwards
time has finally come to pass
all the bitches and the bastards
get in line to finish last
every finder is a keeper
who keeps the world waiting at bay
while the losers keep on weeping
cause they don't say what they want to say
CHORUS
all the wild cards will fall faster
not a deck need to be stacked
all the drunks are acting sober
trying to slip on through the cracks
there's no slaves and there's no masters
these dreams we are entitled to
seasons keep on changing faster
last year's winnners have no clue
CHORUS
all your pages have turned over
while glass houses crash
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