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My eyes can't believe what they have seen In the corner of your room you've stockpiled millions of my memories Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have gotten this sick somehow I'm going to ask you a series of questions And I want them answered on the spot, right now Is it serious? 'I'm afraid it is' Am I gonna die? 'Well son, death is gonna catch up to all one day But yours is coming quicker than ours, than ours' Some things I may have taken for granted again and again Well here's what was said then Hold your head high heavy heart So take a chance and make it big 'Cause it's the last you'll ever get If we don't take it, when will we make it? I make plans to break plans And I've been planning something big planning something big, planning I've never tried to make the best of my time When I thought that I had plenty of it Is this serious? I don't know what to think Is it all a lie? Well one thing is for sure I'm taken back to the glory days When we were kids without a brash or bitter thing to say Now my life is one big make it, or break it Hold your head high heavy heart Save your strength for the morning after So take a chance and make it big Cause it's the last you'll ever get If we don't take it, when will we make it? I make plans to break plans And I've been planning something big planning something big So take a chance and make it big Cause it's the last you'll ever get If we don't take it, when will we make it? I make plans to break plans And I've been planning something big planning something big, planning
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