He's played every game, but he can't declare a winner.
Perhaps he'll get inspired, or maybe he's too tired,
But that's what you call a life wasted on the future.
This man's been given a halo, too bad it's wasted on him.
Yeah, cause he's too busy trying to stack his deck.
He's been dealt a full house, his cup is filled to the brim,
Well then it's just too bad he voided his own check.
What does he mean?
What does he know?
How can he waste a dream,
On a side that he shouldn't show?
Well he's gone and lost all he has now,
Gone and wasted his life and desire
the present became the past,
The future became the present,
He threw it all away for the future
But lost all he had been sent.
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