If Wishes Were Horses, More Beggers Would Ride Them

A bullet to the sun. Erase everything we have done. Please, like a theif,
won't you come? Put an end to all this fun. I will see you in a Broadway
year, a New York second, a Wall Street minute, a Hollywood moment. This
is it. Why does not, this world just stop?



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Writer(s): Jeff Carter, Johnathan Harbin, Jorge Medina, Josh Beiser, Josh Scogin
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