Put one foot out and take the final step,
the last step of life's marathon;
the last phase of life's glory.
The race is over, and you did just fine,
your friends are here,
their arms around you, jaws dropped in awe.
In the end the return is worth everything,
Every deal with the devil,
trading souls for medicine;
poria and ginger.
You've taken your last step,
And now the crowds will carry you,
For you didn't win this race,
But you're still their idol;
Their man in white.
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