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Chasing strangers, like chasing the wind, cometh down upon me within. Dreary escapades and raising a brow, heading in opposites now. You can go your own way and they'll go theirs. Are you going my way? I'll meet you there. You can go your own way and they'll go theirs. All work and no play and no one cares! Built on odd aspects of even out to lunch ideas. Only you can spell life, only you can follow you. Playing chess with Father Time with every move the same. Losing chess with Father Time, with every move the same.