It’s a small and narrow box.
It has thousands of people;
People who turn into dust
After they eat, sleep and call.
It keeps all of them boring.
Someone has got to be free.
Some of them go out of it,
So that they’ll turn into dust
After they become the best.
Their lives are just too short
To be wasted just like that.
Win before they go, that’s what.
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