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![]() When our lives come undone We carry on Cause there's promise in the morning sun We carry on As the dark surrenders to the dawn We were born to overcome We carry on Beyond the picket fences and the oil wells The happy endings and the fairy tales Is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams We carry on |
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![]() a fork in the road, you can be jealous, or you can be happy. I always choose happiness. Jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins, ... If I've got two loaves of bread under each arm, why must I feel jealous of anybody? Why can't I just be happy for myself? If that's the way you look at it, then why isn't Randy jealous of David Letterman or Jay Leno? Because there's always somebody better than you. The thing is, I would rather just be thankful and live each day as if it was a gift instead of a burden. It is a burden if you're so competitive or so ego-driven that you can't live unless you make everything else dead around you. |
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