Debonair

Without discipline
You don't stand a chance
You'll slip from this world
Without any treads
Buy it low and sell it twice as high
With a hand that's so sly
You've been taken for a ride in style
Why so debonair
Don't you have regret?
Probability
Ends with measurement
You've been stacking dreams to reach the sky, taking it all in stride
Don't you ever take your own advice?
I know sometimes I can be out of sorts and out of phase from you
Keep with me
Keep with me
Some dreams are still left in me and fear is bringing me to my knees
Keep with me
Keep with me
Just give me a shot



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur A Kremer, Phil Zuckerman, Margaret Dobbins, Emmett Aiello
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