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Everyone's a Winner

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Everyone's a winner
Everyone is free
Everyone's a winner
Except the father and son
Looking down on what I've done
Stepping out on the stage
All the people that I've paid
Everyone that I love
Slipping through my fingers
Everyone's a winner
And everyone is free

And everything is sacred
Except the church on the hill
And my jagged little pills
Except the clock on the tower
Abovе the corridors of power
Except thе words on the page
Of your morning paper
Everything is sacred
And every word is true

Everything's forever
Except the dog in the chair
In the bedroom that we shared
Except the friends who must choose
Which one of us they wish to lose
Except the bags in the hallway
When the last thing you say is everything's forever
And no one ever leaves
And everyone's a winner
Except for you and me