Have had a lot of good times
Have come a loner way
Read in between the lines
Is all I can say
Once slept on a bed of money
See it everywhere
Life is a weary journey
Its all heading nowhere
Sick of it all
Yes like Solomon have seen it all
All is empty
When life ends, all is empty
The fame
There's nothing in this world that lasts
We all are lame
It will all come fast
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